the man im getting to know

it's weird. he's been part of my life even before it began. i don't know how it has come to be but our life stories have been intertwined.

i honestly don't know much about him. he's athletic. he's wordly. he's rich. he's exuberant. he's eco-concerned. he's an adventurist. he's a story teller. these are just inferences i get from talking to him. from the stories he tells.

the most arresting thing about him is that he makes me feel so comfortable. other guys i go out with, platonic, look at me like this girly girl and have so many preconceived notions that it's hard to let a few inhibitions out. there is always a guard...have to make a good impression. but with him, nothing. i tell stories he tells stories. the funny thing is he notices the smallest details. he notices that i go third person whenever i tell stories about myself, as if "Sabs" is an entirely different entity. that was something i didnt even notice myself.

over the past few months i've met people who are close to him. and not intentionally. there are relatives from church. friends of his. friends of his who were friends of mine too, i just didnt know. stories from friends of mine who have met him. the the most inopportune manner it's as if he's here when in actuality he lives 10hours away.

funny i prayed for a man, during the time i was having guy trouble. i prayed for someone to understand me with the same maturity i have of myself. i prayed for someone who would care for me, instead of the other way around. and this man im getting to know is giving me just that. no, this isnt romantic--well i dont know. it's platonic. whenever i talk to him i get "kilig" and not the kind you feel with someone you like. just this assuring shudder flows through me.

it's nice for a change to be the one being understood. it's nice for a change to be the one cared for.