I have encountered him countless times in my life, and never did I imagine the feelings he would bring me. A child-like giddiness has been slowly festering through a simple, and innocent, “by the way” or “have you heard”. I was surprised to discover, one day, the abundance of butterflies that fluttered upon seeing him again, and it was then that I realized, he had become my secret “love affair”.
Each morning when I awake, I imagine him. A sense of lightheartedness and happiness overcomes me, knowing I am destined to meet with him again. I look forward to the discovery of what another day’s encounter may entail, and I begin to feel alive. The anticipation is almost unbearable.
I’ve grown to take great pleasure in his role in my life - my every day. He is one of the brightest points. He generates companionship - creating a warm, personal attachment; he illuminates love - fine-tuning the focus of my heart; he instills compassion - leading me to develop a more affectionate concern for the well-being of others. I have come to believe that everything he has, I want or “need”, and could quite possibly benefit from.
From him, this wonderful stuff comes rushing forth - a tidal wave of goodness ... things I couldn’t possibly have imagined. The cards, the photos, the gifts - his enduring loyalty - ushers me back to him each day. Every time I step out my door to meet him, excitement boils within me. As I make the usual stroll to the end of my driveway, my suspense builds. I am curious to the surprises my mailbox will (once again) bestow upon me.
Undeniably, I am soon gratified by another secret meeting on the street, and another “see you later", "until we meet again.”
