Basil Painted Me 

April 4, 1890

Today, my dear friend Basil painted a portrait of me. It was a beautiful Spring day when the portrait was painted. The landscape really showed off my best features, the way the sun hit my cheek. Basil told me that everyone wants him to exhibit his portrait, but he refuses because he has put too much of himself in it, whatever that means. Personally, I think he should exhibit it, the whole world should be able to see my beautiful face. I think I am Basil's masculine muse. Basil always does his best work when I'm present, I don't know why, but he does. I love this painting so much, all I wish for is to stay this beautiful and for my portrait to age, instead of me.