As we shuffled through the ever thickening layers of snow on the pavements, his leather gloved hand in mine, I thought about whether or not we knew where we were going. When I realized that I didn’t know I asked him, but like most things that I asked he just looked at him, his gaze ever thoughtful than smiled. I remembered how that habit of his had worried me when I first met him but now I quite enjoyed the rare moments that required him to do that.
By now, I had an abstract idea of what it meant when he responded that way. Sometimes it was to tell me to be patient because he was about to surprise me. Others it was to show how much he reveled from my squirming and anxiety. Then there are special times when he is just looking at me, his eyes filled with wonder as if to say “Wow, you’re really here.”
I liked the last one the most.
We walked a few more paces before he stopped almost abruptly but at the same time it felt as though it had been planned.