Where It All Began

Ch.2

   A few mornings, I woke to the sounds, of metal clinking. To my surprise, it was like a demand, for me to “Get up”! I did just that, and always found my way to my window. Hoping to see, that man. Every morning, after, I woke in hopes. To the prior morning before. Nothing mattered. Nothing made me happier. Every morning since then, it was almost like, he knew, to be there when I woke.  Mornings, brought new horizons. I needed more, and I wanted more. I started to gravitate, to the outside world. Just to see the sight, of him there. I drank my coffee, and stood, as I always did. In plain sight. I watched from a far, a stranger, yet a man I knew way to well. I watched as he worked, I heard when he talked. His voice so deep, his smile so sweet. Even though, it was a smile, weak, from the lack of meaning behind it. It lessened his sorrows.  

Even just for a moment or so, I saw it, and most importantly felt it.  As I watched so did he, probably wondering why a strange woman like me, stood there staring, as if some “Show”, was on. I did not care, what he may have thought, frankly I didn't think what I was doing, could be one to question. Like a good sport, he took no offense, and instead, shared the same intense, questionable stare.  What it meant, I had no idea. Was it sexual attraction? Or pure curiosity? Either way, I was bound to find out.  For weeks on end, I observed, such a fine man. It became my daily ritual.  

  To a point, where I believed I knew what he was to be ‘feeling’ that day.  His presence was undeniable, so strongly felt, it drew others, as fish to a pond. They gravitated, as naturally as I. What was it about this guy? From a materialistic point of view, he was neither, rich or poor, matter of fact, it was like, he was comfortable where he was at, no need for more, no need, other than that of what kept any human alive. He bothered no one, and asked for nothing. A simple wave to acknowledge those who came by. Was all. Despite, his simple ways, and living.  Another side, would see, and so negatively judge. I ignored the judgment and heeded no warning. I knew better. I could feel the ‘Better’. 

   The feeling encouraged me further.  From mornings wakes, to coffee outside, waves from a far. I took a chance. I was pulling into the parking lot, there he was sitting innocently by his garage, an ear phone in his ear, an I-pod in one hand. This was it, this was the moment. I slowed to a stop in front of him, he took a quick glimpse up, and froze. I put on the cutest smile, bashed my eye lashes, as I rolled down my window, I said, “Do you know about cars?”  He takes the ear piece out of his ear, “Yes, a little bit” he said unsure. “Could you tell me if this dial here, is normal, or is there something wrong with my car”. He rose from his sitting position, shirtless, sweaty, looking quite handsome, he had this cold stare that pierced through me as if he was searching for my intent. His icy blues, matched my light brown both of us trying to hide, but at the same time, find each other. He came to the driver’s door, leaned in nervously keeping his distance. “You’re fine”, he answered this time sure of himself. “Oh Okay! thank you so much.” “Yeah! no problem”, He said firmly. We smiled insecurely, eye to eye, he steps back as I drove away.  What was that? I thought to myself.  As I was there, the hair on my body stood up, My body was on autopilot, I couldn’t take my eyes away from his, he had me stuck, but what I really couldn’t fathom was that he reacted the same way I did. 

  

From that day on, my mornings, lead to his door,  my afternoon lunch, at a seat to his table, and the nights, that I always dreaded in “time” of day, all of a sudden, was undeniably welcomed,  for my nights, ended with late night talks, with not just any man, But a man who possessed a soul like no other.

    I was no longer amazed, however, I was blessed. Those times, spent together, was all that came to matter, at least for me. Some days he talked very little, leaving me to curiosity, I asked questions, some simple, others to test,  where the line drew,  his eyes turned from soft blue to dark. Other days, I heard stories, that he may or may not thought I would like to hear, but however did. With every word he said, some meaningless, others, meaningful.  His eyes so light blue, could light up a dark room, especially, a room dark, as his soul left to be. There he was, that was him. So, free, so lifted. Stories of what/who he loved & who he cared for,  gave life, even to the passing.To see him smile, even to family loss, was beauty in its true form. Seeing this side, made me cry, hate and blame. Those who should of loved, and cared did not. Those who did, I wish one day to meet. 

   Those moments, were important for me. To see, and feel. Those were the moments, that felt every bit of ‘Real’. The only thing that mattered, was that room, shared, between the Blue Eyed Angel and I. We were happy and at peace. Finally, alive! Happy, for the next day, till I was back in that room. Where it all began.

   As time had it. Just as quickly, as I found him, or he found me. Life happened, and parted us with no goodbyes.Through my absence, I searched for him, worried, and desperate. When the time arose to make a choice, to stay away or go back. I instantly, thought,.... Back to him?

 My heart, filled with warmth. 

Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

This is an awesome write... very deep. I enjoyed reading it :)

[TheOne&Only]

Aww, thank you for taking the time to read it!! I REALLY appreciate it!!

[AaronFreitas]

You already know I always got your back girl ;)