Shape of the Perfect One

When a little girl, I always knew that my husband was now a boy growing up some- where in this big world to some- day be my true romantic merge. Meanwhile, I got cootie shots and played with my Barbies who far more interested me than what his last name might be. As a teenager, I zoned more into and honed further onto the traits my perfect mate shall possess to rate my lifetime devotion. By the time I entered into adulthood, an image had formed of the one for which my heart did yearn. I even knew what his attitudes and beliefs would exude should he seek a life long interlude with me. His features were held in my mind’s eye and only grew clearer as time went by. Love tossed me, cost and taught me, but also eventually brought me the he who surpassed all expectations as grown in me. He is not degreed as I just knew he would be, no, his success and zeal is in sky- walking to conquer steel which terrifies me. Better than I ever imagined are his abilities that amaze me; his energy never ends, there is nothing he cannot mend with his carpenter, electrician, plumbing and mechanical blends of talent. His eyes are not the brown I had hoped to drown in, but a slice of baby blue sky that excite my sigh. His masculinity, rough hands and husband-demands are just as prime years after his body first held mine. I know now what I did not know growing up – one important thing involving ‘couple’ stuff is being with the one who allows and invites the totality of you to grow because it it is all of you that they wish to lovingly know. So, do not think you have it down, total knowledge of who you desire around. Believe me, love can arrive as a redneck extrovert who daily wears either a black or white wife-beating t-shirt. Line Gauthier - The Shape of My Art July 24, 2018