I don’t know if I can explain what I want to try to explain — in any language.
This is the kind of guy who is solid.
This is the kind of guy who’s shoulders, who’s chest — a woman can peacefully rest her head upon.
She trusts him to never hurt her.
She trusts him to provide for her — not that she “needs” him to.
She trusts him to be a good father — whether for real children, or even fur-babies.
He’s good to their parents.
He’s good to their friends.
He’s good to their co-workers, their companies, whatever situation he’s in. He’s a dependable guy. People have nothing but praises for him. Respect.
He’s humble enough… but also confident enough…
He has his vulnerabilities, he’s not perfect — but he shields them in something… else… I’m not sure what it is? Maybe it is love? Maybe love is the driving force? Maybe love is what fuels him to overcome those insecurities? Fears? Indecisions? Feelings of being stuck? Or a little wayward… a little wobbly…
The world is very wobbly.
The world is full of wobblers.
People who don’t know what they want, people who don’t know what they’re doing. People with unclear motives — because they are unclear, even in themselves.
Hooks and triggers, daggers and fishing nets. People try to catch him. People try to catch her. Trip them up. Again, and again, and again…
He is strong enough — he never wavers.
She trusts him to never waver… like Sonnet 116.
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
He knows she loves that sonnet from Jane Austen.
He knows she’s read through ALL the sonnets. It was a University project. She’s a literature nerd.
He knows all this… and he never wavered. Not even for one day.
18 years? 16 years? 1000 years?
His love never stops. It’s all encompassing. It’s all consuming.
Even when she couldn’t see it — he sees it.
Even when she’s feeling unsure — he is sure.
Even when she’s lost her MEMORIES — he remembers. All of it.
In his eyes, she can do no wrong.
Doesn’t matter what she says, what she writes, whatever else she does — any trolls, any haters, any naysayers — he’s got her back. He’ll find ways to deflect them. He’ll find ways to get rid of them. He always does. He always has.
He’s a Warrior.
He’s her Protector.
Nothing else matters but her life, her laugh, her happiness.
Their happiness — together.
It can seem really dramatic to say… he’ll protect her until his dying breath… but he truly believes it, even if others find it a little ridiculous.
He’s not wavering.
He doesn’t always know how to explain it. In words, or songs, or any other way. Even to himself…
It’s his love that he feels from his heart, his Soul, his entire auric body.
It never wavers. Not since the day they met.
…
Some people might think that day was in 2007…
It’s not… not from my perspective…
There was another moment. Only the two of them know.
For sure. It was that moment.
In both their eyes, they knew it.
Her heart exploded.
Nobody else can take away that moment.
It’s not on a computer or a phone screen. It’s not even in the big screens.
It’s a human experience.
You’ll only know it if you’ve ever known it. Truly.
Nobody else has this power over her. Nobody.
The Invisible String was struck.
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