Have I Really Found What I am Looking For
I drove to meet him for dinner and I saw a man walking down the street with a large bouquet of beautiful flowers. I thought, that certainly looks like Chris, so I waved. He didn't wave back.
Perhaps that wasn't him, I thought. Why would he be bringing me flowers? We haven't be dating all that long. What have I done to deserve flowers? What would be the occasion? I must have imagined it was him.
When I walked into the restaurant, though, there he stood, with the largest bouquet of gorgeous spring flowers in his hands waiting to hand to me. I didn't know how to react. Was I worthy of these? Have I been worthy of all his admiration, appreciation, kindness, the positive, sweet, gentle and yet playful way in which he sees me? Surely he's too good to be true. :) I've had a string of no good, no good, no good, for too long.
It scares me the way he stares adoringly into my eyes unceasingly, the way he says, "Ah, that's the look, my favorite look of yours, I love it." How he's not afraid to talk about possible plans into the future. I've said I've wanted this for so long from someone who shares similar dreams, aspirations, and interests. And yet here he is and it petrifies. It is all I can do not to run from the doe brown eyes and the mischievous twitch at the corner of his lips.
Don't run, my best friend says, don't be stupid. This is what you want, no? Yes. Finally. It is. So I wait and see.
Perhaps that wasn't him, I thought. Why would he be bringing me flowers? We haven't be dating all that long. What have I done to deserve flowers? What would be the occasion? I must have imagined it was him.
When I walked into the restaurant, though, there he stood, with the largest bouquet of gorgeous spring flowers in his hands waiting to hand to me. I didn't know how to react. Was I worthy of these? Have I been worthy of all his admiration, appreciation, kindness, the positive, sweet, gentle and yet playful way in which he sees me? Surely he's too good to be true. :) I've had a string of no good, no good, no good, for too long.
It scares me the way he stares adoringly into my eyes unceasingly, the way he says, "Ah, that's the look, my favorite look of yours, I love it." How he's not afraid to talk about possible plans into the future. I've said I've wanted this for so long from someone who shares similar dreams, aspirations, and interests. And yet here he is and it petrifies. It is all I can do not to run from the doe brown eyes and the mischievous twitch at the corner of his lips.
Don't run, my best friend says, don't be stupid. This is what you want, no? Yes. Finally. It is. So I wait and see.