This time I see him, after a long time apart, I am struck by how real he is.
I marvel at the texture of his hair, being able to run my fingers through it and fluff up his bangs; his gentle, brown eyes; the warmth of his flesh; the comforting smell of his body and his clothes; the clearness and closeness of his voice, unadulterated by Internet connections and unfiltered by the reception of cell phones; how strong he is now that he wraps around me when I move to embrace him and dwarfs me, encloses me.
I hold his hands again. As I interlock my fingers with his, our palms meet like old friends. I almost forget how nuanced they were - he contours of his face. These details had faded from my memory after countless video conversations, where all I could see were his head and shoulders, a simple frontal view where the image is grainy and the audio lags.
In person, after months of being so far apart, his fullness of being and his very real presence are striking.
How glad it makes me.
via Le Love
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