In Love With A Mystery Part 8

I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine" - Song of Solomon 6:3

I was sitting in the middle of the song service on a Sunday Morning, and, uh!

Now, there he was again! After choir, he came in and sat down in front of the other redhead.

My first thought was, “This guy comes in and goes out like a revolving door.”

My second was a little bit more clarifying, “Oh! He is sitting in front of the other redhead. Not sitting with her!”

However, it might not mean anything. She was sandwiched in between two other ladies. So, did I dare just to take a little longer look to try to get a clue as to what was going on?

And then it happened. I wasn’t guarding myself. I was actually able to take a closer look at his features.

He stood and sat with authority and dignity. I quickly attributed it to his height and probably his “green pajama suit” that I first remember seeing him wearing.

He had dark hair and it didn’t seem like it ever was the type to get out of place which is a contrast to my mess of red curls!

He was handsome. Um, what did I just think?

He was handsome? OH Heavens, I need to concentrate on the sermon but that day I spent a little bit more time being naughty instead of listening to the sermon message.

In the end, nothing seemed different in that left hand corner of the congregation. So, now I was confused.

I did take more peaks at him all the while trying not to drink in longer glances or getting caught.

I have no idea if I was caught that day. I am thinking I probably was...

(Beloved has no additional comments to add. But, he will have a lot in a few more post! )