“We can do this Amara, otherwise the genotype issue will still be there” he whispered.
It didn’t seem like I had the luxury of time to come up with a time-appropriate answer, an imaginary time was ticking…but only in my head, the tempo rising like the drumbeat from my childhood Girls Brigade parade, a sound only my ears could hear. Was it real? Wasn’t it another 21st century phantom? Now, was I going to make a life-long commitment only because genotype pangs was hitting hard? Was it a decent enough decision to last for the long haul? What works and what does not? What gives and what does not?
I’m a weird decision-maker; slow but radical in decision-making and it didn’t seem like it would help in this matter. Somewhere in the past, a friend of mine said that the true virtue of a man includes, patience, God-fearing and understanding; traits that I didn’t have to search for a floodlight to find in Ralph.
Plus, I am militant about the cerebral composition of whomever I was sharing my “valuable” idle times with. At the last count, all efforts to moderate my evaluation procedure for a robust cerebrum flopped!
Ralph got himself a fair share of decent head in between two ears, and it seemed quite effortless; that works. In the grand scheme of things, humans are expected to find not only whom they could live with, but whom they could never live without, for me that super works.
So I say why shouldn’t I? I wasn’t seeking, I was sought after. He wasn’t seeking either, he was simply found, so? That works too!
Plans, projections kick-start in earnest and as time wore on, some impressive similarities in not-too-mundane things like, signatures, aspirations, values etcetera, came into the mix and we were simply the happier for it.
“So what’s your biggest regret in life” I asked Ralph in one of our pseudo-studio recordings.
“Not much regret but I just try not to repeat the mistakes I made before” he answered.
Maybe I equally have no regrets, or better still, I shouldn’t have any regrets on the series of events, both pleasant and unpleasant, in my life; the good, the bad and the very ugly and as Ralph would say, “carpe diem”
You are wondering why Goldie Blondie wrap got me poetic? I’m wondering same, this was supposed to be a one directional sort of gist, considering the fact that it’s the concluding part, but i found myself helplessly slipping into my philosophical soap-box; that was never the original game plan, but writing is an art, sometimes there are no clear-cut sequence. If, by any chance I’ve failed to communicate as effectively as I’m expected to, I apologise. Maybe I should be sympathized with for being a slave to my emotions.
So, I chose the exact opposite of a NO, the polar opposite of a ratchet homo sapien, and a resounding YES to this one individual endowed with a generous dose of understanding and patience-if that counts for anything, anyway, I think it does count for something.
I said a YES, and went ahead to make a detour to that long stretch of road leading to a “forever” lane, on a “happily ever after” crescent. Only one person, if she were alive, would have connected with my spousal choice; the woman from whose birth canal I came into existence-my mother of blessed memory (rest on mama).
PS; as a personal rule of thumb, I’d like to think that from age 30 upwards you are expected to love, rather objectively. I don’t think it should be restricted to fairy tales and butterflies, but the availability level of the compatibility in between.
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