I just got back from a long lunch with Forest. We curled up in the corner of a local restaurant, and held each other and kissed each other and enjoyed great company for the whole time.
I love him so much!
Have I ever described Forest? I can't get his face to stop haunting my mind, so you're in luck. He has the most beautiful, startling blue eyes in the world. They are a little darker blue than Shelly's, at least most of the time. I feel as though he can see right through me with them, but at the same time he's really great at unabashedly locking them in to mine and making me melt.
They are surrounded by tons and tons of long eyelashes, which are light brown, but streaked and flecked with a shining golden color. His eyes have little smile lines on the outside corners of them, and they are capable of great expression. It's easy for me to read his feelings with a look in his eyes.
Over his eyes are these great, thick, darker-brown eyebrows. They generally float there in little arches, although he has a nigh-muppet-like ability to do silly things with them when he wants to. When we talk about being old fogeys together, he lowers them and wrinkles up his nose, and looks positively hilarious.
His face is sort of oval-shaped, except that he doesn't have round cheeks, if you can picture that. Instead he has these high, slanting cheekbones, and the lower part of his face is a little bit narrower than you'd expect.
He had a moustache and goatee that look really good on him. I've seen him both ways, and I think he looks much more himself with them. There are odd streaks of red, blond, and a few white hairs he won't admit to in his light-brown facial hair. He generally keeps it soft and trimmed, and can be very expressive with it as well.
It sets off his smile. Forest has the greatest smile. Actually, there's one particular one that I only see when he's looking at me, which is a gentle, slow one, warm and sweet. His laughing-smile if full of beautiful, straight Hollywood-teeth, and I think it's very sexy.
His hair, like his eyelashes, is light brown, with bits of golden-blonde mixed in. Right now it's short, and he parts it on the far left. I think it looks very nice, but he prefers it to be longer. What I love most about it is that when he wakes up in the morning it sticks up like Calvin's, from Calvin & Hobbes.
Well, I suppose that's enough physical description. I won't get into the neck and below, because, after all, I'm rated PG. Besides. You know how much he works out already. Hee hee.
The best part of him is his spiritual side. He was alone and searching for a long time, and coming out of that he's a strong person. Life's knocks have toughened him, but not crushed him. He moves on from things, which is something I admire in a person very much. He's absolutely loyal when he is close to someone, and I have no doubt that he'd stand up for me or any of his friends no matter what the odds. He believes deeply in the ideas of fairness and justice. He doesn't care what anyone thinks of him, as long as it's a fair judgement. He always tries to keep things in his life balanced, and is a peacemaker among people, who genuinely wants everyone to get along and be happy. He handles stress in the moment, as though it was a puzzle to solve, finds the solution, and then puts it behind him.
The thing I love most about him is that he shares of himself freely with no hesitation. His feelings are all open, and he not only acknowleges them, but is willing to talk about them. He laughs like he really means it, and he also cries like he really means it.
When he's gone for even a minute or two, I miss him, and I think of him often. I know he feels the same way, and I don't have to guess, because he tells me these things. I love that. He tells me what he wants, what he needs, and what he feels. He makes it easy to be his girlfriend. I don't feel his requests as demands on myself... he touches a part of my own soul that is made warmer by making him happy.
He possesses a great, calm gentleness that is warm and wonderful. Granted, we play roughly together sometimes, but other times he has the softest touch, and the gentlest spirit, and I know his conscience would never allow him to knowingly hurt me. On the contrary, I feel sheltered by his presence.
I don't feel belittled by it, though. He doesn't make me feel stupid, childish, weak, or small. He makes me feel like a beautiful, strong, intelligent, independent woman. As a matter of fact, he makes me feel more substantial, like I'm a more real person than I was before we were together, because I've found a place where I fit into the world now. I'm comfortable in my skin, and I think this is what I've always been looking for.
I'm probably scaring all my friends, so that's all for today. I get to while away a couple more hours, and then spend the evening staring into those wonderful eyes again. Such bliss!
