I met a boy

I met a boy standing with his back against the counter, arms crossed, legs crossed.
He would remove a hand from his arm to gesture but it always found it's way back the the
fold of his other arm. I fell in love with this boy and watched him become a man.
I can remember times when he would say something walk away and we were so perfectly in tune he knew how long my mind would take to say Huh? than he would turn to catch me looking at him and we would both burst into laughter. He did that to me in December of 1988 than came into the kitchen and grabbed me jokingly and made me laugh even more and I was already in love. I didn't know it. I thought he was just the greatest friend a gal could ever ask for. He knew something about everything and we talked endlessly about our relationships and past and what we wanted in life. Told each other about people that we met sort of asking for advice on dating and getting it with straight answers and from someone who really cared about the out come. He was my every friend. Than we fell into each other and it was great and it was complicated but I never was attracted to anything easy in life. I still am taken with conversations with him. I love the way he thinks and speaks and his perspective and that he asks me for mine.
I love the way he folds those arms. He is a great dad and a great husband and lover, handsome, heartfelt and emotional, passionate, caring, vulnerable, funny, frighteningly intelligent, calm. I love him.