roses. Each flower a memento of profound gratitude.
The night before our last time together, I asked if she could get twenty-four long stemmed flowers.
Our time together was gentle. Heartfelt tears of love and gratitude flowed. Our amazing relationship was never better, causing the poignancy of the visit.
I went first. I shared my gratitude for the laughter we shared, the books we read together, for the poetry we wrote for each other. Three. For each source of thankfulness I placed either a pink or red rose in a vase. She followed, sharing three things making her heart sing about us, or me, placing her roses in her vase.
We alternated eight times. When done, we each had a bouquet of twenty-four flowers, one rose for each month of our relationship. We each actually had two bouquets of gratitudes. The one held in our hands, the other, in our hearts. The scent of both bouquets a reminder of special memories shared.
Receiving loving gazes from her bolstered my courage as we waded into unfamiliar waters. Our visit lasted ten hours. The time seemed as minutes. I am still reeling from this conversation that almost knocks me off of the precipice of an optimistic and happy life. The time shared with her was a balance between gracious love and reality. Never have I known a better, more transparent relationship.
1. For intimacy. This word comes from two words. "In," which means in and "timao," which in Greek means to revere or fear. With the person I was with, we swam within one another's fears, fearlessly. There was only acceptance. Judgment was absent.
2. For celebrating life. That happened Sunday. This was an ebbing moment of life for both of us.
3. For the joy of being with someone at the beginning of the week who understands me well and loves me.