Diana & Radu

She was twenty when I first met her, young enough to make me doubt we’ll have any meaningful conversations in life but not so young I couldn’t relate. I walked into our ‘not too small – not too large’, recently rented apartment late that night. The building wasn’t too inspiring, so when I saw her standing in front of the door, her deep-set, green, mysterious eyes holding more stories than she ought to know at so young an age, I knew something was about to happen.

Her warmth and generosity was palpable. She smiled at me and with a soft, gentle voice she said: “Welcome Home!”. And that was the moment I came undone.

Seeing Diana that night, the winter before I turned 23, I thought it was her looks and her smile that touched me so deeply. It was only later that I found out, it was her Art. It has always been her Art.

In a few days, our apartment was turned into an Art Studio. She would spread this white sketches all over the floor and with her hands full of colours, she would start drawing and measuring and cutting and putting all sorts of textures and materials together. Sometimes we would have branches and leaves in our leaving room and wax and paintbrushes in our kitchen.

I had witnessed artists being in their element before. But this time was different. She offered herself honestly and beautifully, sharing something from within her laced with courage and dreams and hope. She showed me beauty and woke up a longing in me to take part in it. The beauty she shared was quite simply, herself. And in sharing herself, she showed me a glimpse of the glory of God.

We would stay up at night talking about our life stories, our fears, our strong beliefs, our dreams, our God, eat milk and cereals all day long cause we didn’t had time for anything else and wake up complaining about pigeons and school and clients. She catched my heart more times that I can count. Trusted me when I had no hope, believed in me and in my art almost as strongly as I believed in hers. Her presence brought me so much joy.

After all this years of living together, I’m still circling around that winter night, realizing that what she stirred up in me with her friendship, will have a long echo in my life.

Deeply grateful to see her being a bride and fulfilling so, one of her dearest, wildest most beautiful dreams.

Ps: You can see the full story behind her and Radu’s wedding day documented by the talented Elisabeth and Onisim Adam from ” AdamLovesEve” : Diana & Radu  Thank you guys for the wonderful pictures!

 

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