16th March
Pete.
What's that Shakespeare? Oh Christ, you know how it goes – 'never saw true beauty till this night' something like that. Yeah. Turned into that jelly-legs sap Romeo myself today. God. Words seriously cannot describe. I'll try for your sake though.
Okay, started off with Reno (found his name out today when I intercepted his mail) throwing his TV into my garden this morning. Not sure why, haven't really been able to get in within a 10 metre radius of him without him really scaring me. Anyway, as a result I spent about eight minutes staring at my garden and realising it was really shitty and boring. So I went to some of the village shops to see if there was anything there to help me out.
And there it was, some beacon of hope, also known as 'Aeris' Flowers'. Walked in and there was no-one there 'cept me and about a million different…pretty plants. Who knows what they were, all I know is that they looked pretty nice and I wanted them in my garden. So, I went up to the desk, no-one there. Rang the bell, no-one came, and I went to leave when she spoke. 'Sorry, I was out back! Is there anything I can do to help?'. A few words and my brain was going to explode with sweetness….Seriously, that girl sounded like a Barbie if they could talk. So I turned around, and all scepticism evaporated…Jeez, I have never wanted to say 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven?' more in my life. Didn't help that she was surrounded by roses and daisies and all that crap. Like some romantic movie.
What a loser! Just read the previous paragraph. I need to get a grip, starting now. Oh…but oh man. The greenest eyes I ever saw. So pretty, it was kind of sickening, you know? But in a good way? Who knows. I have no idea where my brain has gone. Gone and fluttered off to Lameville.
Soooo, yeah, she's coming to my house. Oh yeah? Forgot to mention. I described my flowerless situation and she's gonna lend me a hand. That's gonna be the hardest thing in the world – most beautiful girl right next me and Reno a stones throw away too. Since when are crappy towns like this filled with gorgeous guys and dolls instead of old people?
Do I have to write? Dooooo I….? I'll do it tomorrow….Ok Pete. I'll write. What about? Logic dictates I write about Aeris. Think I've said enough so far though…how about something completely unrelated?
Every sepal, petal and leaf is perfection. Deepest scarlet bleeding into cerise, dew droplets like specks of blood. The bittersweet tingle of the vindictive thorns adds fear to the reverence of its beauty. A single rose. A thousand words.
Mm-mm-mmm….I smell a metaphor!
C.