I was just thinking about my sweetie. You know, he is my best friend. We had the pleasure of being good friends for almost a year and a half before we started dating. We worked together and we would hang out and do illegal activities, paint and draw together, go to art shows, animation fesitivals, movies, stuff like that. He could always make me laugh. He was different from other guys I knew. His mind was pondering things other people weren't even aware of.He, of course, had a son and a babymama but hot damn if he wasn't the most beautiful-looking man I had ever seen. When the sun shined on his face, I could see all the burgundy hairs in his goatee...and that his eyes were an amber color. He had this way of looking at me and smiling...and I felt like he had smiled into my being. I just liked being around him.
When things had lined up and we decided we wanted to be together, I tell you, it was the wierdest thing. I had gotten over a crush I had on him, decided he already had someone else and there was no way I would come between that, and I was satisfied that we were at least friends. Then, one night a few months after he had separated from his son's mother and I was at his house hanging out with some friends...he walked me out to my car to say goodbye. It was our custom to hug and kiss each other on the cheek. This night he leaned over and wanted to kiss me on the mouth. I freaked out, and leaned further back so he couldn't kiss me and I questioned his intent. All these months and years he had pushed me away and said I was just his friend...now I wanted to hear from his lips exactly what he was trying to do.
I will never forget his words...I was a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman...why was I searching for someone when that someone was him...I was his best friend...he wanted to marry me someday. As I stood there in the darkness, tears streaming down my face, in front of the many paintings and sculptures of the artist community where he lived at the time, I felt like my heart was going to explode.
I loved him so much!
And that was it...exactly ten years, five months, and seven days ago....we have never been apart since.
No man could ever compare. And he is still that beautiful man...only now he possesses a few white hairs of wisdom, he might be a bit thicker but those warm and crinkly eyes are still the same, smiling at me. I am blessed to have him as the father of all my wonderful children...my best friend...my comforter...my lover...the man God ordained to be my covering. There are times when we are in a large crowd, usually church...I will look over and study him as he talks...and he will turn and look for me and smile at me...and I will still feel it in my being.
