“There’s a beauty and mystery isn’t there,” she said looking over his recent anthology. “Some words are graceful, you can feel how they move from across the page and into your mind, and they roll around and you get that sense of wanting to be there within the image and experience the grace and beauty of that moment.”
“I like the peacock one,” he said looking over her shoulder. “It’s from my holiday on Rottnest and one afternoon I came around a corner outside the pub and there he was showing off all he had. I was mesmerised, I stood there enthralled by the beauty he had and knew he had.”
She thumbed through more pages smiling every so often at one she knew he had written with her in mind. How he captured her raw essence was always a wonder to her but she never tired of seeing his expressions of love and devotion to her even if at times she felt a little embarrassed he thought so much of her.
Her favourite was ‘The Locked Door’. This one was about her and her phobia for privacy. He had captured her so well and from his words crafted with so much love and attention to detail she had gained an insight into her own behaviour. It had driven her to love him all the more because from his words she knew he understood and that was something the men in her past had been unable to grasp.
Her favourite line: ‘The locked door hides you from the world but never from my heart.’
Such an adorable man she thought, taking his hand, grateful he had come into her life.