On our second date of sorts, we wandered the hardware store and talked about countertops. We agreed that we liked the black granite. At the sight of the price tag, of course, he said, "So we probably won't be getting this for our FIRST home, but you know...someday."
And he meant it.
What affect could I possibly have, what spell did I unknowingly cast, that he would be possessed to say these things so soon? He kissed me in the lumber aisle and bounced my daughter on his hip through power tools, with every movement rearranging my thoughts, with every word renovating the interior of my mind. What did I do to deserve this remodeling? It came at a high price, but his words sanded away my anxiety, and built my trust in humanity from the ground up. An expensive feng shui of the head was occurring as we wandered up and down, and I listened.
"We're GOING to have a bath tub like this," he said.
"How do you feel about crown molding?" he asked.
Our second date. He was completely serious.
And in the middle of this imaginary home he was building with his lips, in the center of our total insanity, I finally, FINALLY felt safe.
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