Simply a man

Possibly the most frustrating ….definitely the most frustrating of all the relationships to date. When I first saw him, it was a thunderbolt moment, I didn’t realise they were real, I see people on TV who say they experienced the same thing. When I saw him there was genuinely a surge of power through me, no that doesn’t really reflect how it was, it was like a shock, it was as if all that were to come had been compressed together and surged through my body in a few moments.

I am not a visual person, so appearance is not something I am generally aware of. I can’t attribute the initial feeling to the things I only noticed later when they were brought to my attention by friends, or I pondered as we grew closer. His broad shoulders, slim waist, strong forearms, a face with the definition of a Gladiator, eyes as cool as a lion, with the look of wounded animal.

He had simple, no pretence charm, not a great conversationalist, when he spoke of his past he had an energy and enthusiasm I saw at no other time. It felt as if he was waiting to live again but wasn’t sure if he deserved it. He knew he was a ‘good man’ but the scope of the role had been fairly narrow and fortunately clear. A good father, a loyal husband, a hard worker, aloof enough to earn respect, social enough to be part of the group.

It was never blissful, or romantic it was only simple, simple pleasure.