Eye Hug U
Last night, I spent an hour of my time working on deafening my sister with my I.B. talk, what really surprised me was the stamina she had and tolerance for my stories that I knew she couldn't relate to, nonetheless, she still asked questions like "How much do you love him?" and "Can he tell that you love him this much" while I thought to me self well, hell yeah! with all the carrots and back massages I give him, he better!! -- The two of us sealed the phone call laughing our hearts out at I.B.'s stories and my silliness-
A smile stayed put well after hanging up the phone, and my mind took me on a rewind trip to the events of my day only to realize that -at the risk of sounding uber utterly cliché- I.B. is the sunshine of my days <3 honestly, he is. When I think of the weekend, my heart flutters & I start making plans of how -this weekend- I'll ride him in the garden in the morning, sponge-wash him, & let him loose in the paddock, sit & watch him run & kick.. and then in the evening, ride him again, some flat work & jumps, shower him, take him back to his stall, give him a good neck massage & laugh my heart out at the bizarre facial expressions and strange extensions of the lips he does that send me straight to the ground in laughter *lol*! & I LOVE the fact that he's not the lovie-dovie kind, he doesn't like touching or nearness of any kind & often shoots his ears back ready to bite ANYTHING that comes near his face -except me => Selfish and absurd, I know, but that's my kind of love ;p
When my sister asked me to describe how I feel when I'm with him, my answer surprised me as much as it did surprise her: "it feels like sneezing." -Not the act itself, but rather, that feeling you get when a sneeze is due, ..it clots your face, sends your eyes to dreamy-mode & tears, and finally when you do sneeze, everything feels at home, in a good way. With I.B., it's exactly like that; whenever I see him trotting and cantering loose in the paddock, or on the lunge, my eyes morph into two giant buzzing hearts like neon signs & I huuuuuugggggg him hard with both my eyes {just in case you're wondering; to hug someone with your eyes all you have to do is look at them, breathe in, and clooooooooooooose your eyes tight -- the tighter, the stronger the eye-hug <3
My sister called first thing in the morning wanting to recap on last night's conversation saying:
"Salama, this morning I woke up with thoughts of what you said about your pony last night, and I was thinking.. It's really good that you're capable of loving this much, ..that you feel this, and have it in your life.. *pause*.. I was just hoping that you would feel this way for a man.. not a horse"
The two of us paused for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. The truth is, I love my pony more than I've loved many people before.. but he will never be the replacement or substitute for love. I love my horses way too much than to make them substitutes for -anything-, & I love myself waaay too much than to make anyone, or anything a substitute for love. The way I see it, everyone deserves a chance in experiencing true, genuine love -the good kind, the rare kind, and until my true genuine love finds its way to me -or me to him- I'll continue being the
Now before I go, come closer to your screens so I could eye-hug you too =>
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