2:30 am. Can’t sleep. Sensing I am awake and turning slightly, Dani gently places her angelic little hand over my eyelids and says, “Close your eyes,” wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down on the pillow beside her. I lay there for the entire two minutes it takes for her to fall back asleep and pull out my phone.
I had been reading his blog earlier that evening, and it was consuming my thoughts. It brought back a flood of memories of a time when I was just getting to know him, of when my soul mate was once a total stranger. I remember our first encounter. Quiet and shy, with a bag of gummy candy atop his work station (I think mmm, candy… yay), I would’ve never expected to squeeze a conversation out of him, let alone become as close as we have.
He doesn’t open up so easily, nor quickly let anybody “in.” It was just natural, the way we connected. Many poets and artists with flourishing pens may have tackled the subject in centuries past, but actually experiencing it is a different occurrence. It’s real. It truly does happen.
I believe in faith and friendship, trust and kindness in a relationship. When those are absent, what do you have, really? A life without love. And when one is in this sticky situation, is he or she expected to remain in it? Do you not owe it to yourself to find that happiness, or at least keep trying?
I gaze upon this beautiful little being lying in bed, eyes closed, mouth partially open and think, wow, she is the product of us. I am inspired and full of pride. I did all right by her.