My Franklin. He's not the most Harlequin-y romantic guy out there. His romance comes in forms of almost nightly foot massages, cooking dinners if and when I feel like not cooking (and without my even asking), quick and cheap lunches out alone, reading in the same vincity of one another, or car rides. All of that is rather sweet, and I adore it...but words don't come easy to him. The difference between being told, "I love you, too" and "I love you, too, baby" are huge and significant for him in the deep-seated heart department. For a girl who grew up swooning and hoping for her shining knight to be a Cyrano, sometimes I can be very callous and try to push him into saying "something nice." (LOL, that's when I get, "I love you, you're my pretty baby."
That makes, however, things like a yearly boquet of grocery store flowers, or a surprise gift of a super dark chocolate candy bar or a linger stare with those eyes of his...with the crinkles just visible in the corners of his lid...all the more...well, stirring. I don't know why, but those things are more important and endearing to me than a steady flow of poetic "romantic" words. Still...it's nice to hear "something nice."
My own true love and I have a like-mind in that we do not believe in sould mates (as if there were no choice in the matter...as if God worked people like magnets to find each other within the radius of hometowns or college campuses, or bars, LOL). So imagine my surprise, when unprompted, and in the middle of a discussion of, I think it was the world of art or current events, Franklin casually includes the phrase, "I think you were made for me." Now, before you go awwww let me tell you, he wasn't trying or intending that as a romantic statement. It was infact, a conclusion. A conclusion that made my heart jump, but a conclusion none the less. I asked him to back up a little, when the conversation came to it's end, to explain his meaning...pointing out that he didn't believe in soul-mates or had he changed his mind on this. Heaven forbid, he doesn't believe in soul-mates...but he does believe that I was made for him...and, as he continued, he believed that he was made for me. He couldn't articulate enough for me to, in turn, articulate to you, Reader. But I think we've shared this unspoken conclusion since we first met. After all, our first "date" was an interview-like. (I've shared this before, but he took me to a chapel, sat me down and explained to me his relationship with God and his desire for a wife...and then laid out what he was looking for, hoped for, expected from and expected to provide a wife and future family.) And honestly, that interview still remains in my heart as the most romantic thing because I knew he was searching for me.
Posted by: Jess | Friday, January 26, 2007 at 01:38 PM
Posted by: Janet | Friday, January 26, 2007 at 07:40 PM