When we met it was unexpected. Neither of us thought two and a half years would blossom before our eyes uncovering just how artistic and creative we could push ourselves under the right amount of pressure.
Our first date was at a museum. The last time I'd been there was for a paper in college a couple years prior. Everything was simple and plain. We actually had a tour guide explaining the different paintings from Neo classic style to African studies to Western colonial expressionism. Simple.
The greatest part of our evening was just before sunset. We walked through the trail and my flip-flop broke. I bent down picked it up and kept walking down the trail.
Right before leaving he kissed me. Before I could ask he answered, "because you're beautiful, unique, humble and simple." You're flip-flop broke almost fifteen minutes ago and you haven't complained yet. Not at all. Most women would and I'd have to deal with it. But you're different. Never change."
Sweet simple words from a young man trying to be king. The fact that it meant so much to him, to not sweat the minor things that happen at the snap of a finger, in turn means a lot to me now. Considering it has been roughly five years since we spoke like we were true friends and not awkwardly search for words that sound like "hey I miss you and would it be too weird to start over and be friends again?"
Also since then I've stepped inside my feelings more times than I should, losing parts of that ease and confidence I had before. Still, it is acknowledged and appreciated.
Our first date was at a museum. The last time I'd been there was for a paper in college a couple years prior. Everything was simple and plain. We actually had a tour guide explaining the different paintings from Neo classic style to African studies to Western colonial expressionism. Simple.
The greatest part of our evening was just before sunset. We walked through the trail and my flip-flop broke. I bent down picked it up and kept walking down the trail.
Right before leaving he kissed me. Before I could ask he answered, "because you're beautiful, unique, humble and simple." You're flip-flop broke almost fifteen minutes ago and you haven't complained yet. Not at all. Most women would and I'd have to deal with it. But you're different. Never change."
Sweet simple words from a young man trying to be king. The fact that it meant so much to him, to not sweat the minor things that happen at the snap of a finger, in turn means a lot to me now. Considering it has been roughly five years since we spoke like we were true friends and not awkwardly search for words that sound like "hey I miss you and would it be too weird to start over and be friends again?"
Also since then I've stepped inside my feelings more times than I should, losing parts of that ease and confidence I had before. Still, it is acknowledged and appreciated.
Peace, Love, Light