Weathered But Not Broken

If only eyes could narrate a tale. What tales do those hazel eyes hold? Drawn like a moth to a flame, I felt the need to unravel the mysteries behind his gaze. His presence was a puzzle. Who was he? Why was he here? The inexplicable draw I felt towards him was both curious and unsettling. It was most definitely love at first sight. Unraveling the mystery of who he was promised to be a story unlike any other, a story we all wish we were swept away in.

https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-of-american-flag-9726894/ photo credit Tim Mossholder

Filled with Texas pride and unwavering devotion to his country, his tattoos that marked his skin were like badges of honor. He began to speak of the little things that made him happy. Good old country music, the American flag, 80’s songs that evoke nostalgia, his trusty Ford F-150, classic MTV music videos, movies that will never get old, good friends that were his chosen family, mom’s salmon patties, and grandaddy’s lessons. It wasn’t the way he spoke of these things, but the passion that resonated with every word. His loyalty ran deep. He was the kind of friend you could set your watch by. He was his mama’s sunshine, his grandad’s confidante and his…