I don’t know how she keeps this up sometimes…
I’m healthy enough to make it on my own, but she’s still here…
Following me through all these valleys…
And I still don’t know why…
I’ve found myself in many tough places, but she’s been here to help me out…
So, I guess I should be grateful that she hasn’t left my side… I just wonder why…
Why is she still here?
I can’t really put a finger on everything she’s been through, though…
I mean, before she met me…
Something tells me that she’s been preparing for me since before she got here; she knows what she’s getting herself into… Somehow, she foreknew.
And if that’s the case; if she’s actually equipped for me, then I’m sure she’s had some experiences that made her ready for what she’d face with me.
I mean, she’s a warrior… And what warrior doesn’t have their battles to fight?
I sit and I watch her as she practices in the fields…
And the way she swings her sword, slicing through the wind –
that’s only a picture of how she really does battle…
It’s beautiful.
What a beautiful fighter…
What a beautiful warrior…
It’s so odd… She doesn’t look like much of a fighter at all.
At the same time, I might be underestimating her…
What if she can beat me with her eyes closed?
There’s definitely something about her presence.
Her aroma, her essence…
The way she carries herself… So elegant.
Something tells me that she doesn’t fall so easily…
If she did; I don’t think she would have gotten to me.
As she holds up her shield, I can see that it has a few dents in it…
But her sword looks untouched… The sun reflects off of it, almost blinding me.
Maybe she just keeps it clean?
Why does she seem so perfect to me?
There just has to be something below the surface… Something that I’m not seeing.
This graceful warrior… Peaceful, she is.
So humble… And so free.
Who taught her how to do battle?
I’m so confused at her…
How can she be a warrior, and yet – no battle wounds?
That’s impossible…
Maybe one day I might get details of her story.
I think I know a little or – enough at this point.
Maybe I just need to ask questions… the right questions.
Does she struggle with anything?
What about a weakness? If so…
Will she ever expose herself to me?
I believe everyone struggles with something and at least has one weakness…
Maybe she just knows how to handle it all properly.
This is just me, watching her and thinking.

To be continued…

Published by A Passionate Writer