We stroll together down the sidewalk linked arm and arm in relative ease. I can’t quite explain the feeling between us. I feel safe and protected and yet at the same time startlingly aware of his prowess. He’s much taller and stronger than me. That in depth part of me that it undoubtedly feminine recognizes the opposite charge that he holds but is not uncomfortable or threatened by the difference. Instead I am intrigued and in utter awe of all things pertaining to him.
This should get interesting. His eyes meet mine and the sparkle that lies within his captivating gaze quite literally takes by breath away. "Hmmm, lets see I suppose that the thing that I'm most passionate about besides my family is painting. It's like I can translate all my feelings, and emotions onto a canvas," His easy going smile is contagious. I find myself mirroring his actions. "what about you? I want to know the things your most passionate about too."
Wow, that’s a first. A man who wants to know the details that make the puzzle that is me. Well, buddy you asked for it. “Of course I’m passionate about my kids.” Feeling the need to clarify I continue, “My patients are very important to me. I find myself spending most of my days off in the hospital just spending time with the children. If I’m not doing that I can usually be found at the karaoke bar across from my apartment.” I confess with embarrassed grin.
“I love music. In all it’s forms and fashions. I play guitar myself and I’ve wrote several songs myself but I’ve only performed them once or twice on special occasions. My lyrics are very personal to me. The words in my songs have at times came directly out of diary entries. I want my work to mean something to someone. So I never showcase it unless it does.” I admit easily. I’ve never even discussed the composition of my music with Alex ,but with Michael it’s almost second nature.
As if telling him is just like talking to myself or an extension of myself. Does that make sense? “I should have guessed you were an artist.” I evaluate with a wistful smile. Before thinking I just blurt out my thought. “You have very beautiful hands. They were made for creation.”
