We met them at the restaurant. He and his brother were identical twins. He lived his life with no apologies. If he wanted it, there was no holding him back. No limitations could be put on him. He was robust. He was full of joy and made it a point to laugh with his friends if only for a few minutes each day. He showed no fear and was widely respected in his circles. Affectionate but only on his terms. He lusted for the ladies long into his later years. I felt his love for me and knew it was especially mine. Others wondered how I claimed his heart.
I hadn’t known another like him, although sometimes I wondered if he wasn’t the reincarnation of another I had loved. Oh, I didn’t believe in it but I knew he was the same essence from before. I felt the connection early on. There was no mistake, I felt he was back. I had been so distracted through his life and had felt regret. But I knew exactly who he was and that we could continue on from the first chapter of our relationship into this one.
I felt contentment. I knew I was giving him the best that I had. I held him close many times knowing that he was happy. That gave me peace. The years went by and he lived life to the fullest. There wasn’t anything he didn’t venture into or hold back. A robust rebel rouser. The years went by and he was loved by his peers and he loved life. Once we went out in the boat and he heard something and decided he better check on what was going on and he stepped right into the water. I suppose his arrogance made him believe he could walk on water too! That made for plenty of laughs! He liked to be the center of attention and usually was! There were many many good years. Many memories.
He grew older but remained the same one I had loved for so many years. He battled depression later when we lost a loved one.
My beautiful black Gaston.