Touchstone
1: a black siliceous stone related to flint and
formerly used to test the purity of gold and
silver by the streak left on the stone when
rubbed by the metal
2: a test or criterion for determining the
quality or genuineness of a thing
So . . . who is this man that graces my life?
Why does he mean so much to me? Why is
he such a comfort to my soul? Does this
have anything to do with us knowing each
other since we were three?
Every now and again, I am faced with such
wonder that I must ask the questions . . .
I have indeed known him since we were three.
We had the same babysitter. We went to
school together for a decade. He was my first
beau, my first kiss . . . with 35 years in the
interim.
In a perfect world, we would not be well
matched. We are nothing alike. We don't
share similar experiences or world knowledge.
There is no, "same song, second verse" about
us. Yet, there is something . . . something
a bit magical!
I can't help but wonder if this bit of miracle
is aided and abetted by age?! We obviously
aren't the same people we were at 15 or
even 35. But, perhaps what wouldn't have
worked then, works at 50 - 70
Bottom line; I thank the gods for the miracle
that is us, for my touchstone . . . he is, and
ever will be.
a love never sought
unexpected miracle
love found nonetheless
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