The Mirror

The Mirror

Seems a reoccurring point in our relationship was laughing at it – at ourselves – I was so crazy about you I didn’t know the color of your eyes. In the space of about a week you had so changed my world – I didn’t know it yet but I had met my match.

Here was this beautiful, intelligent woman who but for a twist of fate should have been living a very different life – and my life would have been poorer for her good fortune.

See, I wasn’t looking into your eyes – I was seeing into your soul – there was some hurt and pain there but the thing that overwhelmed me was the love – the joy – the happiness

You were so soft and kind – I mean when I hear your voice I hear caring – [maybe not so much toward me recently but that topic is under consideration (I hope)] Maybe I don’t deserve you but we were brought together by more than chance – think about the only thing we had in common when we met – remember how different our perceptions of that were? Isn’t it funny how quickly you came around to my perception?

It took me a lot longer to come around to yours on many things but come around I did – I may be right a lot but so are you – and often you are right in ways I could never be – you see things I don’t and when you show me it is like a new world has opened.

I wonder if we had been more open what we might have discovered together.