Assignment From Heaven. He Painted Her Initials In His Heart. Forever.

He was working hard. Sweat and tears. Painting the walls. His mind absent. In a rush he gave the walls an extra layer. The brush was not that old. Still a good tool to use. This was something that needed to be done. Just work. Nothing more than that. He was alone. In the room. A gentle summer breeze entered the room. Observed his gestures. Silently. He did not notice the attention from an unknown force. His muscles strong. Tall. Professional. Methodological approach. Focused on excellence. As always. He started to sing a song. He always did. A habit since early childhood. The summer breeze danced with the words. Slowly.

A smile appeared. The summer breeze fell in love with his gentle approach. Never before a summer breeze had fallen in love with a human species. This was unique. In every way. He continued his painting work. She  designed a master plan. She saw the diverse colors. Decided to use them to gain more visibility. Blue, orange, yellow, and red, her creativity ignited. She saw a wonderful summer dress in her heart first. Pushed the magic button. The summer dress was appearing. Step by step. Behind his back. While he was working. The dress was stunning. Beautiful colors. Weaving the dream. With love. Kindness too.

She saw his warm hand and touched it bravely. Goose bumps. Skin on fire. He did not know it yet. It was planned beforehand. The scenes were unfolding. The summer breeze was excited to see that the summer dress was getting prettier and prettier. Matching the colors of the painted walls. She wanted to be as close to his taste as she could. She loved him soul deeply. He heard a noise. Looked behind him. Nothing to see. Suddenly a shadow appeared. The summer dress taking action. For once, the summer breeze could hire a body. To present the dress in the most enchanting way. His heart was still healing. In his own way. Restoring the pieces of a broken heart.

She felt how that process took place within the holy region of his delightful heart. Her fingers touched his neck. He turned around. One more time. He saw a woman that was beyond all human beauty. Was this an angel sent by heaven? She radiated pure loving kindness. Her smile so pure. Those eyes touching his soul. His senses activated. "What's your name?", his eyes seemed to speak to her in silence. She did not use words. Only the language of her heart. Then he saw her summer dress. Such a divine creation.

He forgot the time. His watch refused to function. This scene was so interesting. He could only think of kissing her golden lips. He forgot the walls. The painting too. The whole room was put under a magic spell. The colors became a song of wonder and sparkling new life. His heart healed with ease. Beating beautifully. The time restored all wounds. Recovering his innate strength. So inviting. To come closer. "What is your name, my beautiful?", he asked her somehow shy. She gave her initials. A present from the creator of all that is.

On every wall her initials appeared. The brush in action. He could not believe his eyes. She danced graciously. He felt all those loving feelings. Truly in love. The summer breeze was enjoying this special moment with him. He smiled in a way that would melt the heart of all ladies in the whole wide world. The audience cried joyful tears. On every face a smile appeared. Not a superficial or artificial one. Straight from the heart. Where only authentic emotions are at home. They bonded and connected forever. He loved his summer breeze. The story still continues with divine love. The main scene: he paints love letters on the wall of their heavenly home. She dances with devotion. Holding his heart. Summer breeze love. 

By Liesbeth Leysen

Professional Writer