Bring me a Texan

The very first day that we had each other to ourselves...was simply enjoyable.
We were content, comfortable but yet with an undercurrent of electricity.

We took a drive to the mountains. It was November Ha ha, after all that would be appropriate wouldn't it. Our relationship is often viewed as a May / November relationship. We talked, we took pictures, we listened to music...we enjoyed each others company.

Once we were done exploring...we went to lunch at a wonderful quaint little mountain retreat. We sat across the table from each other. Sometimes little was said. I suppose it sounds corny to say maybe little needed to be said.

I seemed to notice everything about him...
The contours of his face...
His eyes...
His hat over his ears...
His smile...
...and most of all his hands...

We ate, we talked, then we went home.

That night, as we were on our computers, sitting in the same room,
sitting across from each other ... I texted him ...
I texted some very simple, true and honest words...
I told him how I noticed his hands...
I noticed the shape...the lines...the size...the knuckles and how he held them.
I noticed everything!!!

I was hesitant to say anything.
Maybe I should not have...maybe...?
But that is when my life changed.
Changed in ways I had no comprehension of knowing.
Some days have been pure joy...
Some nights have been pure agony...

If you read this you may ask am I happy...?

I can answer this...

Even though I often long for what should have been...
I feel blessed and at peace in the arms of my loving Texan.