A very brief post today. Enjoy..
At first she worried he might not like what he would find… flicking through the pages.
“Position yourself!” her dad had kept telling her. Those words were resounding right now. “You never can tell!”
And so she allowed him.
The first glance was the most difficult. It felt like a look into her soul, as though his eyes were uncovering her deepest secrets, her fears and anxieties, hopes and wishes; when really she didn’t have too many. When some time ago she had avoided all eye-contact, she allowed herself to be looked at now. With words unspoken, she granted him the permission to dig deeper. To roam about. Allowing him the freedom to search as far and wide as he needed to.. wanted to.. through the valleys and alleys and corners of her soul.
When she smiled, he was encouraged. She already understood, and he would too. He was determined to. He had noticed something precious. He couldn’t put his fingers on it.. didn’t want to do it too soon anyway. It happened the moment he set eyes on her, it was nothing tangible, but very profound still. He needed time. He needed to know he was permitted to start the journey of discovery. And he was.
Accordingly, he began to read her like an open book. One page at a time.
The story of her life.. written in her eyes, marked on her skin. He read it in her words, the way she spoke, her intonations. It was all over her. In her childish laughter, her wide inquisitive eyes, her strong personality, her roaming spirit. It was in her carefree attitude, her high expectations, her dignified movements, her refined tastes. Her pure intentions, her righteous indignations.
And it confused him. How could nobody else have noticed? Was it that they hadn’t regarded her enough.. or had really only taken a second to stop and stare? Was it not her outward beauty that had inspired him to observe her deeper? What was it the others had failed to understand, see.. when it was all so apparent to him?
No, he wasn’t going to take any chances. He loved what he had found. Having read her for some time, he knew he needed to put his mark on her. He would claim her as his, with all her faults and short-comings.
And so he did the only thing he could: As an official extension of his, he gave her his name.