Tuesday, Apr. 14, 2020 @ 10:33 am
Hamilton
I am pulling on my shoes to leave, to walk home to start my workday. He is heading towards the shower with a towel tucked tightly around his waist. His chest bare and his hair scruffed upwards and sideways.
“What should I listen to today,” he says to himself, scrolling through his favourite songs.
A song starts abruptly from the portable speaker that perches on the tiny swath of counter that edges the sink.
I am zipping up my coat, leaning over to kiss him goodbye.
His expression changes to an energetic smile and he begins to sing with animated expression, his eyes flashing.
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
It’s like he’s shifted into a different person. The best version of himself. Confident, funny, talented. The skin of his chest gleaming a burnished gold. His eyes a bright glacier blue.
I record this moment in my mind.
You. You constantly surprise me.
You. You are mine.
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