Photographed with Nikon D200, 35mm lens.
When I was single and dating, I found that my senses would often go through a phase of being incredibly dull, eventually followed by a period of overly keen sharpness. I'd meet a guy, and he would be wonderful, beyond my wildest imagination. I would be completely in awe that such an amazing person actually walked the face of the earth. I would be dumbstruck that a god like him would deign to be in the company of a schmuck like me.
And then my vision would start to correct itself. And all of a sudden, the "god's" blemishes would come into sharp focus. And I found myself thinking things like, "Oh. My. Did he always chew with his mouth open?" and then, "My heavens, this guy has some freakishly weird-looking feet," eventually becoming, "Dear God, if I have to spend another day with a man who .... BREATHES ... like this, I WILL TAKE MY OWN LIFE."
Yeah. It wasn't pretty.
I've mentioned before that Marcus asked me to marry him 18 days after our first date. After I initially said yes, I rushed to correct myself: "Wait! No! This is crazy! Ask me again in a couple of months." The truth was, I wanted to make sure that my eyes focused properly first. Because they were seriously out of focus, back in those days.
In a few months, it will be eight years since that first date. And lately, as I struggle to work toward my own personal and professional goals, Marcus remains ever supportive, consoling me when things don't go as planned, and cheering me on when they do. And suddenly today, it dawned on me: after all this time, my eyes have never seemed to regain their focus.
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Happy Love Thursday, everyone. Please leave your stories or links to your images and words in the comments section below.
And when it comes to the people you love (and who seriously love you back), may your eyes never come into focus.