man-crush: the gift of poetry

the text messages and talks over the landline continued. we woudl talk about a lot of things. but never about what i do or what i have done and achieved. its like it didnt really matter to him, all these "impressive" credentials i could start laying down. i must admit i was eager to talk about it if only to impress him, to make him feel like im somebody. we'd talk about ourselves on different planes. emotions, frustrations, secrets, favorite things. and it puzzled me he was so different from everyone else.

i woke up one morning to see his email. the poem "the invitation". a poem he treasures and he decided to share with me at 630 in the morning. reading that poem made me weak in the knees so early. i blogged about it.

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

it answered all my questions. i realized then that i was a fool to think he was just an ordinary guy whose interest with me was ordinary as well. here was a person who wanted to experience me without the labels, the trappings, the baggage.

here was a person who wanted to know me based on my present, not my past, no matter how glorious or maybe even shameful.

i found him.


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