Let me tell you

Another day was like every other day. The sea waves painted patterns understandable only to water; the sounds of birds flew over people's heads in hats and over the manes of horses that walked forward.

With the onset of morning, Adelard quickly left the house without a word. Today, he was unable to speak. And instead of thoughts, words, he was attracted by some other force forward.

In a light white sleeveless shirt, white pants and a hat, he rode forward on his old bicycle. Curly hair was swinging right in wind's embrace, while a faint smile on his face met the warm breeze.

Passing by shops with flowers and vegetables, he smiled at everyone he saw along the way, and they, too, smiled in return.

Long and slender legs moved quickly and erect posture gave his image a kind of swan. And he didn't care that the hat could fly away. He didn't care.

"Monsieur! How are you doing?!" an elderly man who was selling vegetables from his garden shouted after him.

"How are you doing Monsieur?!" Adelard shouted at him and continued to drive forward without looking back.

"Monsieur! You are so handsome today!" the young woman exclaimed and when his gaze fell on her, she smiled and began to wave her arms. "Would you like a cup of coffee?!" she asked, but he was already too far away.

"Monsieur! Here are strawberries for you, I personally collected them. All this for you!" a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat said, stopping him with an outstretched hand gesture.

“You could sell these strawberries. You shouldn't give them all to me. Thank you,” Adelard said, stopping and immediately proceeding on his way.

"Monsieur! Stop! This is all for you!"

"Thank you!" Adelard shouted, smiling cheerfully and running away childishly on his bike.

"He hasn't changed. He's still the same as ten years ago," said the farmer's wife. There was something soft and warm in her words.

Passing by all who greeted a new day, Adelard revived everyone with his appearance. And looking at his back, which was behind the thin fabric of a snow-white shirt, one elderly man said, "Every time I see Monsieur, I seem to become young again."

The bright flowers on both sides of the narrow street seemed to him something magical, and when he felt all the life that was in his heart, he stopped and, touching the red roses, held his breath and pictured Celeste in front of him. Taking a letter out of his pocket, he brought it to his lips and then said, "I like these roses."

The woman and child looked at him and then at the letter. The woman who was selling flowers felt envious towards the girl for whom this letter was written. Her green dress perfectly showed the color of the envy that was already in her heart.

Lifting his eyes to look at her, Adelard, without asking the price for such beautiful flowers, simply took out a few banknotes and left them on a small plate with patterns.

“Have a nice day, Monsieur,” the woman said, looking happily at the money and slightly angrily at Adelard, who was already far away.

Stopping on the beach, which was already filled with people, Adelard sat down on the ground and felt the warmth of the sand. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. But this calmness lasted only a few seconds. After all, when everyone noticed him, he began to hear words about him. And in order not to make a noise, he just got up and walked on. And the final destination of his journey was a restaurant called Moonlight.

But in order not to disturb people with his visit, he is like a thief, quickly drove into the backyard of the restaurant and left his bike at the gate and just like in childhood he jumped over these very gates and, like a cat, got to his feet. Suddenly, he felt funny. Not holding back his laugh, he just fell on the soft grass and brought a bouquet of roses to his face. For a while, he lay there, with roses over his eyes and nose. And this continued until he heard the most beautiful voice in the world.

"It is you?!" Celeste asked the question in a cold voice.

He was embarrassed but he continued to lie with a bouquet of roses on his face. He was speechless. And no matter how obvious it is, but it was true. It was the most common love that people dream about.

And Adelard, too, even when the thorns pierced his skin, he continued to admire the beauty, the greatness of this girl.

Today, her face was tired and Adelard could even notice the traces of tears on her scarlet cheeks.

"Are you going to lie there?" she asked, holding out her hand to him.

This gesture sent him straight to heaven.

"Can I touch your hand?" he asked. This is happiness!

And then she just grabbed his hand and pulled him forward with force.

Despite the fact that she was short and fragile in appearance, she was very strong. After all, after her touch, Adelard felt her fingers on his hand for some time.

A small face with traces of tears looked at him and no one could understand what she was experiencing at the moment.

They were standing under the scorching sun, all alone throughout the garden.

“This is for you,” Adelard said, holding out a bouquet of flowers.

“I thought you'd be more original,” Celeste said, pretending that such a bouquet of flowers was daily fun for her. But still, she took the bouquet in her hands and pressed them to her heart. Having given this movement of her hands a special meaning, Adelard was ready to take off with happiness. And he said what he thought out loud, "I think I can feel the wings rustling behind my back."

Celeste smiled. And yes, it was a real smile. There was no lie or anything else in this. Just the smile that made Adelard lose himself. And instead of the usual Adelard, a new Adelard entered the stage, who boldly took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Celeste.

"What is this? Poems?" she asked, now looking at him with a certain warmth.

"These are my thoughts."

Adelard knew he was missing something. He knew that life could pass too quickly. And so, he grabbed her hand and said with confidence, "I love you. I love you very much."