Leonard

You'd long been in love with a particular painting—a canvas created entirely from thousands of Chanel lipstick kisses. Different shades, different lip marks... and together they formed a true work of art.

You often showed it to your boyfriend and joked:

• Someday I will have one like that.

He just smiled mysteriously. A few days later, he suddenly started bringing you Chanel lipstick.

• This is for you.

" he said, holding out a small box. The next day - another one.

• Again?

— you were surprised.

• Just like that.

As the days went by, the number of lipsticks grew. Red, pink, dark, light… it seemed he'd bought half the store.

— Have you decided to open a beauty salon?

— you laughed. He just grinned and didn't explain anything. And then one evening he called you into the room.

There, by the wall, stood the very painting you had dreamed of. You froze.

— You... bought it?..

He nodded.

— I wanted you to have what you dreamed about.

You rushed to hug him, and then suddenly looked at the boxes of lipsticks.

• Then I have an idea.

You took the first lipstick, painted your lips... and left a kiss on his back.

Then another one. And another. Each shade is a new trace. He laughed quietly, feeling another kiss, and said:

— It looks like now I will have my own art collection too.