Each moment that I spend with him is something spectacular. It is almost as if every time is a page out of a fairy tale or fantasy book—I suppose I could write a book about him. He is a man full of insight. The depth of his thoughts often entangles me, but he has a beautiful way of explaining himself. He so eloquently walks me through the maze that is his mind, and each time I come out the other side with a new gem of knowledge. Today, as I sat across from him, I watched form his thoughts, and I felt as if I took a trip right into his mind.
I peered into his beautiful green eyes, as I often do, but today his brown shirt changed them completely—the usual bright green eyes with a deep green outline, now had a complex compilation of greens and browns that all centered so perfectly around his tiny pupils. As I sat with him, I could have easily gotten lost in this new pair of eyes before me, but I fought to keep grounded as I searched them. I watched him chase the wild thoughts within his head as he tried to capture and tame them into one coherent rationalization. As he was lost in thought, it was as if I stepped into the world of his mind through this newfound door in his eyes. It’s funny to me because we think in such different ways, but I felt as if I was walking through his thoughts right by his side.
I could see the deliberation and hesitation as he gently bit the right side of his bottom lip, the frustration of searching for the perfect words as he turned his face away from me, and finally the celebration of completing the thought as he brought his eyes back into contact with mine and gave me the three-quarter smile that generally indicates that a wild thought-beast has been captured. But much more than these signs, today, I stepped into his mind. It was as if I was running with him to reach the conclusion. I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but by the time he was letting me in verbally, I had already seen it all.