The portrait
Mike looked at that portrait hanging on the wall with a blue thread and several knots with a similar space between them, 13 to be exact, misty colors merged almost in a rhythmic dance, his favorite singer portrayed with indelible black ink and at the bottom of the picture a name and a date.
His brown eyes were lost in the lifeless eyes of the portrait and his mind was lost among memories that came like thousands of bees, hitting him incessantly. He was transported back to those times when he was happy, and everything made sense. A time in which he had a treasure of incalculable value, but then it was lost as a result of promises, kisses, and an I love you that disappeared with the wind of that summer.
"Love, wake up sleepyhead, today we have to go out to look at the Montesquieu exhibition." Mischievous kisses fell from Mike's forehead to his not-so-thick-lipped mouth.
"Honey, I'm so sleepy yesterday's dance left me exhausted." Mike pulled the blanket over himself and rolled over.
"I won't leave you alone until you get up, young man." She tickled Mike all over his body, causing laughter to fly around the room.
"Alright intense woman, just leave me alone haha." Mike would get up running away from the girl's games.
Mike and Marisse had met online, and for a long time, they struck up a friendship, which later turned into an intense love. After thirteen months, Marisse took the risk of traveling to meet her love.
It was summer, vacation time. Mike went to meet her at the airport, and that meeting was one of the best moments for both of them, they were now living their passionate love, a love that fused heart and soul.
The couple was getting ready to go to the exhibition, since Marisse was a plastic artist and loved art, Mike on the other hand had never been interested in it, until that moment. Now he saw through those honey-colored eyes, a different and exciting world.
Marisse moved her sensual crimson lips to the sound of the words and her wavy hair came and went with the subtle swaying of her head. As Mike watched that curvaceous body swaying in a red silk dress, moving across the room, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found this woman. He was in love like never before.
After the show, the couple went out to a restaurant. Mike wanted to give Marisse a romantic dinner and make her feel very special, he had lived wonderful days like in a fairy tale. Maybe it was just such a beautiful dream from which he didn't want to wake up.
"Love, thank you for being here and taking the chance to meet me. I'm so happy." Mike would raise the wine glass and clink it against Marisse's, a soft heady sound took the moment.
"Cheers, sweetheart, to our love and this moment of fantasy." Marisse would raise the glass, and with the apparent complicity of lovers, they drank in the bubbling sweetness of love.
The days passed, and the couple grew even closer, but the day arrived that the couple had feared so much, that each one silently suffered for that bitter but inevitable moment. Marisse would have to leave, but not before leaving behind a painted portrait, a silent witness to the great love they swore to each other under the moonlight.
When she finished painting it, she tied thirteen knots for each month on the cord, and under the bottom of the portrait, her name and the date it was painted. Then came the moment of departure. The night extinguished the moon, and some drops fell hastily to the pavement. The couple promised each other love, trips, life together, and plans that were made in a vain effort to stop what would be a sentimental hecatomb.
Tears rolled down their sorrowful faces, Mike's hand gathered every vestige of love in his fingers, salinized by the pain of the moment. Choked sobs ran across lips that hours before displayed happiness. "Love, I don't want to leave you, I want to be with you anywhere."
"A if I wish it too, sweetheart." Mike took the hands of the pilgrim of love. "But first we must organize everything to be together forever."
"Will you wait for me?" A question came out in a hint of hope in the face of the inevitable.
"I promise, my love." Mike let out broken sobs.
The voice flooded the airport announcing the departure of the flight, while the couple continued to cling to their love with all their strength. The cruel fate made them separate again, and Marisse was lost in the tunnel of the plane's door. Mark watched through the airport windows as his love flew away from his life.
A message arrived on her cell phone with a video of a heart drawn in the condensed steam on the window and inside written, 'I love you, Mike' his hand rested on the glass in an unsuccessful attempt to bring her back.
After that magical week, the relationship began to deteriorate, the calls and messages were no longer enough, they needed to be together and that marked the end. The ringing of the phone shook Mike from the memories in his mind. He shook his head to return to reality.
His eyes shifted from the portrait to the phone that was still ringing insistently. Mike answered and heard that angelic voice that made him happy, happiness he hadn't felt in a long time, he snapped back, it was Marisse saying. "Love, I can't live without you, I want to be by your side. Would you accept me coming to live with you?"
Mike left a long moment without answering, but then he remembered those beautiful old times, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Looking at the portrait, he answered. "He longed for it so much."
The end
El retrato
Mike miraba aquel retrato colgado en la pared con un hilo azul y varios nudos con un espacio concordante, 13 para ser exactos, brumosos colores fusionados casi en una danza rítmica, su cantante favorito retratado con una tinta negra indeleble y al pie del cuadro un nombre y una fecha.
Sus ojos castaños se perdieron en los ojos sin vida del retrato y su mente se perdió entre recuerdos que llegaban como miles de abejas, golpeándolo sin cesar. Se trasporto a aquellos tiempos donde fue feliz y todo tenía sentido. Una época donde tuvo un tesoro invaluable, pero luego se perdió en las postrimerías de promesas, besos y te amos que se desvanecieron en el viento de aquel verano.
«Amor, despierta dormilón, hoy tenemos que salir a mirar la exposición de Montesquieu». Unos besos traviesos caían desde la frente de Mike hasta la boca de labios no tan gruesos.
«Cariño, tengo mucho sueño el baile de ayer me dejó exhausto». Mike se tapaba con la cobija y se daba media vuelta.
«No te dejare tranquilo hasta que te levantes, jovencito». Ella le hacía cosquillas a Mike por todo el cuerpo, haciendo que las risas volaran por la habitación.
«Muy bien, mujer intensa, solo déjame tranquilo Jaja». Mike se levantaba corriendo escapando de los juegos de la chica.
Mike y Marisse se habían conocido por internet, durante mucho tiempo entablaron una amistad, que luego paso a ser un amor intenso. Luego de trece meses, Marisse se arriesgó a viajar para conocer a su amor.
Había llegado el verano, época de vacaciones. Mike fue a recibirla al aeropuerto y aquel encuentro fue uno de los mejores momentos para los dos, Ahora estaban viviendo su amor apasionado, un amor que fusiona alma y corazón.
La pareja se alistaba para ir a la exposición, ya que Marisse era una artista plástica y le encantaba el arte, Mike por otra parte nunca le había interesado, hasta ese momento. Ahora veía por aquellos ojos color miel, un mundo diferente y apasionante.
Marisse movía sus sensuales labios carmesí al son de las palabras y su pelo ondulado iba y venía al vaivén del sutil movimiento de su cabeza. Mike veía aquel cuerpo curvilíneo contoneándose con un vestido de seda rojo, moviéndose a través del salón, no podía creer lo afortunado que era de haber encontrado a aquella mujer. Al parecer estaba enamorado como nunca antes.
Después de la exposición, la pareja salió a un restaurante. Mike quería darle una cena romántica a Marisse y hacerla sentir muy especial, había vivido días maravillosos como en un cuento de hadas. Tal vez solo era un sueño tan bello del cual no quería despertar.
«Amor, gracias por estar aquí y arriesgarte a conocerme. Soy tan feliz». Mike levantaba la copa de vino y la chocaba contra la de Marisse, un suave sonido embriagador se tomó el momento.
«Salud, cariño, por nuestro amor y por este momento de fantasía». Marisse levantaba la copa y con la complicidad aparente de los amantes, bebieron la burbujeante dulzura del amor.
Los días pasaban y la pareja estrechaba aún más el vínculo que habían formado, pero llegó aquel día que la pareja tanto había temido, cada uno en silencio, sufría por aquel instante amargo, pero inevitable. Marisse tendría que partir no sin antes dejar pintado un retrato, un testigo silencioso del gran amor que se juraron bajo la luz de la luna.
Al terminar de pintarlo, trece nudos por cada mes, ella fue haciendo al cordón y bajo el pie del retrato, el nombre de ella y la fecha en que fue pintado. Luego llegó el momento de la partida. La oscura noche apagaba la luna y algunas gotas caían presurosas al pavimento. La pareja se prometía amor, viajes, vida juntos, planes a futuro que se hacían en un vano esfuerzo por detener lo que sería una hecatombe sentimental.
Lágrimas rodaban por los rostros compungidos, la mano de Mike recogía cada vestigio de amor en sus dedos, salinizados por el dolor del momento. Sollozos ahogados recorrían los labios que horas antes desplegaban felicidad. «Amor, no te quiero dejar, quiero estar contigo donde sea».
«A si lo deseo también, cariño». Mike tomaba las manos de la peregrina del amor. «Pero antes debemos organizar todo para estar juntos por siempre».
«¿Me esperaras?». Una pregunta salía en un dejo de esperanza ante lo inevitable.
«Lo prometo, mi amor». Sollozos quebrados dejaba escapar Mike.
La voz inundaba el aeropuerto anunciando la salida del vuelo, en tanto la pareja seguía aferrada a su amor con todas sus fuerzas. El destino cruel hacia que se separaran nuevamente y Marisse se perdía en el túnel de la puerta del avión. Mark miraba por entre las ventanas del aeropuerto como su amor se iba volando de su vida.
A su teléfono móvil llegó un mensaje con un vídeo de un corazón dibujado en el vapor condensado de la ventana y dentro escrito: "te amo, Mike". La mano posada sobre el cristal en un anhelo infructuoso por traerla de vuelta.
Luego de aquella semana mágica la relación empezó a deteriorarse, ya no era suficiente las llamadas, ni los mensajes, necesitaban estar juntos y eso marco el fin. Un sonido del teléfono hizo volver a Mike de los recónditos recuerdos de su mente. Movió su cabeza para sacudirse y volver a su realidad.
Sus ojos se desplazaron del retrato al teléfono que seguía sonando insistentemente. Mike contesto y escuchó aquella voz angelical que lo hacía feliz, una felicidad que hacía mucho tiempo no sentía, volvió de golpe, era Marisse quien decía. «Amor, no puedo vivir sin ti, quiero estar a tu lado. ¿Aceptarías que fuera a vivir contigo?».
Mike dejo un largo momento sin responder, pero luego recordó aquellos viejos tiempos tan hermosos y una sonrisa se dibujó en la comisura de sus labios. Mirando el retrato, respondió. «Lo ansío tanto».
Fin
Edited by Rincón Poético.
The text of this post was originally translated from Spanish to English with the translator DeepL
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It sounds like the good days will be back sooner than either expected :) ... I wonder why they couldn't have made it work sooner?
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Perhaps the impotence of a love far away made them frustrated, in the end when she returns a new hope grows.
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Take care.
The story masterfully captures the effervescence of love between Mike and Marisse, from their virtual encounter to the deepening of their relationship through shared moments and promises of a future together. The detailed description of their interactions reveals a palpable chemistry between the characters, especially during the art exhibition that marks a significant shift in Mike's perception of Marisse's world.
Thank you for leaving such a meaningful comment, I am very glad that it caught you with each situation. You caught the essence of the story.
I wish you a week of much success and happiness.
Thanks for stopping by, always an honor for me.
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Long distance relationships more often than not usually end in disaster. This majorly has to do with the fact that both parties do not put in as much effort.
Nonetheless, this was a lovely piece to read and I'm glad both of them were willing to make the relationship work.
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Long-distance relationships do not always end well, the couple must have a lot of courage to face each situation.
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Mike was quite lucky, things don't always end well. For a moment my heart cringed at the thought of the poor boy being abandoned. Thank you for your story.
Mike tuvo bastante suerte, no siempre las cosas terminan bien. Por un momento mi corazon se arrugo al pensar que quedaría abandonado el pobre chico. Gracias por tu historia.