He had a way of making you relax and enjoy the moment before you could realise how high he had taken you.
He had a way of making you want to just see him.
To see his eyes, dark and mysterious.
To see his face, serious and handsome.
To see his smile or hear his laugh and watch as his eyes disappeared and you could get a glimpse of his well-protected soul.
He tried so hard to seem tough.
He tried so hard to prove he was rough.
But time would show the things it cannot hide.
Like his growing need to see me.
Like his habit of burying his face in my neck and just breathing me in.
Like his insistence on not parting without a kiss.
His heart began to show and I pushed him away.
Now another wall has been erected around his heart.
All because of my fear of what it might have been.
It didn’t fit any descriptor.
It was completely unfamiliar.
He was nothing like I’ve had before.
I have previously said, in a post somewhere on my blog, that I am not a fan of fish. I don’t like the smell, look and taste of it. I have also said that I love food and that I love trying new foods. With that being said, great food excites me! It really does (all food, for me, can be an aphrodisiac).
This past weekend, I was disconnected from the internet and all forms of social media and visited some family members out of town. One such relative was an older brother of mine that I grew up with. This would have been the first time in years that we would be under the same roof for an extended period of time. *let’s breakfor necessary detailshere*
This brother is the brother that has always tried to get me to eat the things he eats and I somehow always give them a taste and end up liking them. It is either we have very similar tastes in food or he just knows what I would like to taste in food.
*now we can resume* So being a good big brother, he got up Sunday morning and started making breakfast. My typical breakfast would contain ‘breakfasty’ foods like eggs, bread, sausages, and other delights. My brother got up and made the breakfast he was feeling for since he doesn’t “really eat meat anymore.” He proceeded to steam some fishes!
I’d have everything here except the baked beans.
This looks like me
Now don’t get me wrong. I was not completely surprised because I saw the large fishes and I could smell them as well. I just thought they were for dinner, which I would not have been around for. Fish is not really breakfast food, especially not steamed fish.
Anyway, the plate came before me and I was a little taken aback. Here was this big, whole fish – head-on and swimming in sauce, looking at me. Grotesque! I decided that because I didn’t want to go to the kitchen and make breakfast myself, or go without breakfast, I would give it a try (after all, he did thinly slice ockras into it).
IT WAS DELICIOUS! Granted my mind was acting all kinds of ways for me to feel bad but my stomach was fine. IT TASTED GREAT! And now I am just feeling for more fish. This is so unlike me. Or maybe I was missing out on something for years.
*PS there are only 3 times I have tried fish and loved it and this brother was involved in two of those times (roasted and steamed fish).
Are there any foods you’ve tried that surprised you by how good they are? Share them with me.
Blogging/Writing rather is my hobby. It’s what I do in my spare time but it really takes up a lot more time and space than that.
Blogging for me entails jotting down ideas and thought trails the moment they happen. If I wake up in the middle of the night and I have a feeling I should write about what I just came to me I scribble that down somewhere at that very moment.
When I am running errands and minding my own business my hobby is right there with me for something or someone will happen that I cannot pass up telling you about.
Before I tell you whatever it is I feel I must I too need to be sure of the facts. Many times for several topics I would have to research and get my facts right before passing them on to you. It is very time consuming, not the kind of thing you dabble with in your spare time.
So writing would be more than a hobby for me. It’s a part of my everyday life. A significant part and I do it not just because it’s fun.