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Topic: Love (04/27/06)
- TITLE: He Loves Me…He Loves Me Not…
By Andre Kingston
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Ean would be out there on the water in a heartbeat. He would be in a boat. He would be a crewmember on someone elseâ€™s boat. Tonight is race night. He would be manning the ropes and warning of possible collisions. He would also be telling the skipper if there was danger of hitting a spot where the wind is not blowing. I donâ€™t remember what they are called. He told me, but I forget. Being in the inner harbor between Toronto and The Islands, the winds are not as predictable as most places. The winds out there are erratic and often form little patches of windless abyss in an otherwise windy harbor. It can be most frustrating to get caught in one. Eanâ€™s job would have been to warn the skipper of these little abysses while manning the â€˜sheetsâ€™ (ropes) that control the front sail (jib). He is very good at it.
As I sit across from him, I can see the yearning in his eyes. He knows what he is missing. Sailing is his joy in life. It is his passion. Ean spends hours reading up on the latest boat development on the Internet. He subscribes to countless email newsletters and boards. Ean can tell you what the legislation is for each class size of boats at each international port. He is not an international sailor. Ean is just a lake sailor. He hasnâ€™t even been far from the inner harbor on a boat. He dreams of it, though.
I am not a sailor. I am very happy sitting on the shore watching him sail for hours. Just leave me some paints and some paper and Iâ€™m happy. Today would be a bit windy for my hobbies, but I would manage. Iâ€™ve painted in worse. Okay, so you may not want to look at the results, but I enjoyed myself. I do not understand the yearning in his eyes for sailing. I understand the passion he feels; just not that it is directed toward sailing. He knew this about me a long time ago.
So with this in mind, I know what tonight is costing him. It is more than the money he put on the bill for the marvelous steaks. It is more than the sacrificed early bedtime he likes to keep. It is more than putting up with annoying children at the free ballet by the lake. It is his passion that tonight is costing him; the only thing that might mean as much to him as I do. He gave that up tonight - by his own planning - to propose to me.
I have only known two other loves as complete. One was the love of my mother. The other is from God. God has granted me these loves. I live a blessed life.
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