To find someone who builds You Without even knowing Without even grasping it. To find someone who helps You To grow And to grow tall. To find someone. Someone. This is a real joy.

I can feel the summer under my feet. The grass got greener, the sun started shining brighter. The weather. The weather? It turned into "Let's-go-on-a-date" weather. Couples went out holding hands. Stuck to each other. As glued. Holding hands. Whispering nice words. Encouraging each other. But what is the most important... Looking into each other's eyes. 

I had this feeling today of not wanting to go back home. I went for a walk instead, sat down in the park and sketched. There was this couple just in front of me. Oh my! The way they looked into each other. The way he looked at her... As if she was made of something so fragile. As if she was Mona Liza or even more than that.

Even if she was telling him how her day was. What she did. What her friends are planning to do. Just a casual monologue. But his look. This was something incredibly beautiful to see in a person. The way his eyes were shining. He was totally in love. 

Totally in love. 

By this weather. By this "Let's-go-on-a-date" weather.

I never hear what they are saying. 

Even though I am listening to them. To every single word they say. I listen. But... I do not hear their words. I hear only details. I literally investigate them. I could do that for a few hours in a row. I hear the sound of the wind mixed with the movement of their hands while gesticulating. I hear the way that their voice is trembling while saying something that they have been hiding for way too long. I think, while looking straight to their eyes: Oh, wow, I wonder if it is possible to put the color of their eyes onto the paper only with acrylic paints? Am I able to mix all the colors to get the right shade? 

Then I get back to them and their lips.

I wonder, if they just shut up, would that be as much interesting to observe them... And then they shut up. And then they ask to repeat the words they have told. And then they say the same phrase again and again: You are not listening.

And what I do?

I just nod my head. I do not even try to explain with the words; I surely was listening, I was listening to every single movement You made, was counting Your blinks, was observing the change of the color in Your face, I was. I was! But they would not be able to grasp this. If they need me to listen, they'd better lock me in the room and turn off the lights or let me to close my eyes. 

Oh, and then I would hear them. I would hear them in the way that they want to be heard.