My knight with a flapping beard.

I simply love him so much.

I know it may seem like I i live in a bubble and that I put him on a pedestal. The answer is as well simple, I do. In my imagination he is my hero. Like a superhero or a knight on a white horse that is riding with the long beard flapping in the wind. He is the light in my dark and the sunset while I close my eyes. I adore him.

We talked in the car, the knight and me (haha) and I told him how I sometimes glorify him for no other particular reason other than I just want to. I asked him if it is hard to live up to, like if he think he HAS too. Then he turned his light blue eyes towards my wondering face and answered softly, - no honey, i don't..

He knows and I know that he is a pain in the ass at times, like a 40 year old teen. But yet, he is a very rare man. I like to believe if I didn't see the other sides of him, that I only saw the "knight" then I would be out on deep water. He is like a packet and I love him, with all his faults and if i sometimes glorify and put him up on a throne, so let it be so...

I reckon when I write about him, my fingers almost get like auto bla bla, like they living their own life writing words from the deepest place within my soul and heart. It is really interesting and I allow them to.

Well, now i asking my fingers to stop before you people start to yawn out there. I have stuff to do and cannot sit here starring me blind on a photo of a man that had my heart for the half of my life.. (haha) (damn fingers, here they go again)!