Monday, July 25, 2005
Reminiscent Thoughts
Thankfully I have managed pretty much to get my thoughts off work when I come home. I feel whenever I think about work the few gray hairs that I have would multiply exponentially.
Besides the countdown I have imposed on myself there is one thing that I’m looking forward to. She is expected to come here a couple of months from now.
To be honest I feel scared, probable doubts of what is to come, manifests in one’s mind. Yet, this is an opportunity that I long for. We may establish a foundation that would lead her towards a future with me. This time it isn’t some lady that I find fancy where I can play to her every thoughts and whims without a care towards what she thinks of me ergo, I’ll probably won’t be as confident since, this is a matter of great risk involved. I’m never that confident with myself when I’m sincere with someone though, I have to be, especially with her, I have to be my usual self so I can open doors for her, show her the world through my eyes.
We’re taking it slowly; she recently ended a five year relationship. Truthfully, knowing she’s single warms me up nicely. Though, I have to wait until she is ready, a feat I don’t mind at all.
I pray that I may establish something, something special or great and worth the wait, with the few months I will spend with her. Close friends of mine are aware of my trait of how tenacious, -provided that it is in line with my principles, I can be when I’ve set my mind on to a task, and goal or what have you.
I close my eyes and see her in front of me beaming, thoughts of what we’ll do when she arrives entertains my mind. Would I cook for her and have her help me with it? Would I watch her eat as we sit and talk about anything that comes to her mind? Do I embrace her in front of our parents when we meet up for the first time in six years? Would I take in her scent and imprint it in my mind and compare the scent that she had when we were little? Would I remember it? How long would I prepare myself before meeting up with her? White, the color white, whenever I think of it nowadays, I am reminded by her, white never looked that good when she wears clothing colored with it.
It’s still a mystery to me, how I am able to say those words when I converse with her; spur of the moment thoughts of sweetness and fondness, a reflection of my affections towards the lady I hold dear.
I am humbled by her beauty. Her presence illuminates the change I have undergone to better myself, she reminds me of a time when I hadn’t a care in the world, at the same time the man I have become.
posted by vinz @ 7:46 AM
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