I am a lover of words, of stories, of hearing about the journeys that have brought people to the present. This man that I have fallen love with steadily every day since I met him has shown me who he is, where his journey had brought him, and I know that he is the man he is today because of the God that has kept him (even when he didn't want to be kept). His story is like the music he is playing on his keyboard right now, multi-layered and multi-faceted.
The part of the story he is living now is the one that is uncovering his creative gifts that have up until now have remained hidden. He is a creative genius in my eyes, but my hope is that one day he will see himself as he is. Especially with music...he lives, eats, breathes it. I know like writing and art is for me, he cannot exist on this earth without it. He has to have it; it is an addiction to let his fingers press those keys into submission.
I am sitting here, being healed as his soul finds itself in true expression. This is the place where my life creatively becomes intertwined with his. True marriage....
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