Monday, January 9, 2012
We talked about, if we had to lose one of our five sense, what we would choose to lose.
I picked the sense of taste.
He picked the sense of smell.
I'd considered that, but to not be able to smell him, & flowers, would be worse than to be able to taste food. There are some scents that stay with me till now, & when I inhale them, I get very, very precious nostalgia.
If I can't enjoy food as much, meh. I'll just be thinner, which suits me just fine.
Nigel said he'd considered losing touch. But that wouldn't be good at all.
For one, it'd be dangerous. You can't feel pain. You wouldn't know if something harmful is happening to you.
For another, you wouldn't be able to enjoy hugs, kisses, massages. You would probably let slip a lot of things.
I'd thought of something, before I started this post. About how much would I be willing to lose for Nigel to stay with me.
Let's see.
My hands? No.
My eyesight? Yes.
My ability to write? ...yes.
On second thought, no.
My relationship with my parents? Yes. It'd hurt hell lot but yes.
My legs? Yes.
Everything I have in my room right now? Yes.
My skills at playing the piano? Yes.
My height? Yes.
Every blog I have? ...yes.
Every story I have written? Yes.
Quite a lot.
How about, the things I would lose for Nigel to be happy?
...this sounds too daring, too awesome of me, I suppose.
But everything. Legs, hands.
Whatever physical beauty I possess.
My life.
Everything except my love for God, & my salvation. I want to spend eternity with God.
I didn't feel very brave typing all that out. But I do love him. It's a choice I've made, it's a choice I'm making, to always make that choice, every moment from every moment on.
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