A year ago you could have asked me how many times I had been to NYC. I could have counted on one hand. I could have told you that I never rode the subway, only took a train a few times in my life and that I had never hailed a taxi. My world changed. I met a man. Its quite a love story I assure you and in due time you will be able to read it as papers bound in book form but for now a screen will tell a story, or perhaps my heart.
A NYC boy and COUNTRY girl met 13 years ago at college. Oh but I was not the college girl, I was the highschool girl. Oooo drama! No. It was simple. I painted him silver for a play. He colored my world and many years later we somehow crossed paths, well, webpages. His picture. Wow! I mean seriously, this man is beautiful, chizzled, deep complexion, sparkling eyes and a smile to die for, live for.
While NYC is not far from me it seemed like the worlds longest journey. Although, as time passed any distance between him and I seemed like a great travel. Too far. Much too far. Inside a parking lot after midnight he handed me his heart and I held it in tears and in great appreciation for what this man truly was. An angel, to me.
His world and my world seemed very different. From color to location, we varied greatly but inside my life, inside my heart, in all my thoughts and my endless prayers, I did not let him into my world, rather he became my world.
Just days before I met him I turned down a relatinship with a man because I was not ready for one. I quickly realized I simply wasnt ready for one with *him* but my heart craved to find the eyes that saw inside me, to hear the voice that spoke life into me, and to hold the heart of the one that would complete me.
I had the Lord, I had my son, I have a father but one man was missing. There he was, all these years wondering NYC wondering what God was doing in life. Wondering when it would be his turn. Wondering when happiness would be his. I too wondered the same things. Day in and day out. We both married and we both divorced. We both came to a screaching halt in our lives at the exact same moment. I assure you Gods hand was in this. Timing is not something us humans or angels are good at. Many times we wonder if even God himself is good at timing, lord knows many days we doubt his skill on time frames for our lives, but this man appeared at what seemed the worst of times and it was. Yet there he was. Right infront of me.
I couldnt let him walk away. I could not let regrets pile higher in his life. I could not turn away such beauty, such innocent love, such care, such passion, such love as what this man brought to me. I loved him the moment my eyes first saw him 13 years ago but I fell in love with him the moment I first looked into his opened eyes, that night, in August, in a dark parking lot. His eyes illuminated my being. I was his.
As nearly 8 months has passed I awake daily wondering if it was all just a dream. Than i glance to my cell to read "good morning my beautiful angel..." and my heart flutters knowing that he continues to bring me to life and into life, with a vibrancy and vivacious spirit to face the day. He ignites me, drives me, creates me, one I love you at a time.
He is my harmony. My heart changes its rythm when he is close. My eyes change their focus and my thoughts become his. I often look at him and wonder how he has truly become a part of me. He is nothing that I knew but everything I wanted. As a little girl, I never imagined my dream man. I didnt desire a hair and color to please my eye but this man, oh this man, he pleases my eye, my soul, my everything. My dream man was nothing that could be created by even me and my inagination, he is true evidence that he was created by God.
It always take alot of effort for me to get to him or him to I. Time once stood in the way, than situation, than circumstance, than distance and now, well nothing stands in the way but ourselves. God has brought us this far, grace has carried us and the rest, well, its up to planes, trains, automobiles, and patience.
NYC may be filled with lights and magic but his soul is filled with illumination and promise. The scenery along the road may be filled with beauty but the view when I arrive at my destination is breath taking. I would do anything for him. Travel any length, go any distance, fight any battle, and go through any fire. If this man awaits me at the end of every hard journey, every rough day, every hardship and every disapointment, I would go through anything to look into those eyes at the end of every circumstance, every scenario, as long as I have those eyes. Those eyes. they sooth me, feed, nourish me.
So tonight, I will pack a small bag, and in the morning begin my travels. It doesnt matter how I get there, just as long as my destination continues to be him.
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