Because I stole a glace at him with his shirt off I realized just how wide his back was, how large his biceps were, and how blue his eyes. I began to entertain the possibility that I might just cast away the complex restraints held fast by "being in a relationship" and plunge into that pool, take that leap, cross that line. I would date him. I would rub the glossy film of repetition from my eyes, and drink in that exhilarating thrill of New. I would feel fresh with him. Alive with him. The Everyday would give way to the New, and give me a reason to smile. To smile in the kinda way I did when we first met - fourteen years ago. I think tonight, I will introduce myself.
"And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."
-Kahlil Gibran, On Marriage.
