Often, The Guy will catch me watching him. It makes him extremely uncomfortable. He's not sure why I'm looking at him and, most the time, I'm at a loss to explain it. But I love to watch him.
I love that I can look at my future.
It's the mundane times when I find him the most intriguing. The times when we are working together to make supper or watching a television show or playing with the dog. I look at each line on his face, the shape of his brow, the colour of his eyes, and I think "We're going to be old together someday." We are each other's future.
It's awesome to behold.
Whatever happens: good things, bad fights, easy moments or hard times, whatever await us, this is the man who will be with me when we face it. I will learn every part of him. I will know him as well as myself. He is part of me and, like a child discovering his own toes, I am facinated with him.
So, sometimes I stare.