Truly Eating, Praying and Loving

Be way to describe Special Man is “Everything”.  “Everything” is the word that bubbles up.  That is only thing that resonates.  When I write about him, I reminisce about the inspiration that he has been in my life. He is “Everything”.  

I love his smile, and how he curls his left lip, as his almond eyes pops up grin. He towers over me at 6′0″ feet tall and a husky 210 pounds.  My darker completion perfectly blends with his light tan skin. His almond-shaped eyes is perfectly placed on his face, aligning adjacently with his not-so-button nose.  His salt and pepper goatee and his five-o’clock shadow covers the lower part of his face, as it merges to form a handsome Euro-Asian face. His smile is devilish and sweet exuding sexiness, as tiny dimples appear just above the edge of his lip, when he procures his mischievous smile. Special Man’s short black hair is an obvious feature that he inherited from his Japanese mother. His deep stern voice is seductive and commanding. This man is beautiful! I love his face, body, mind, and mostly I love his soul. —Breathless—

He is passionately magnetic.  Have you ever took a matchstick and flicked it against concrete? Imagine inadvertently lighting a flame, and forever placing the fire in one’s heart space?  That passion from the fire blazes to illuminate one’s soul, and lights the dark parts of another’s heart. — Breathless — That is what that man did to me.

 He describes himself as “simple”. He walks with gentleness and humility.  There is an intentional mildness about him that drowns my heart and pulls me close to his soul.  The modesty that permeates within him leaves me gasping for air. Love and service spreads throughout his existence.  He is most happiest, when he sees people having a good time.  I think by now I have conveyed how much this man touched my soul and that I love him.

I am grateful for the experience and time with him.  He is two type of individuals in one man; there is the private man and there is the public man.  Both I love equally. Despite that fact he thinks he is simple; I must disagree.  He is complex and hard to read. It is hard to read him, but he allows me to see  that he has the ability to be exposed, as he lets me in his little heart space.  He shares with me the joys and nostalgia of his experiences in Japan during Yom Kippur ( Big Macs with no cheese. Yuck), the concern he felt during the time his company was going through a major transition, he shared his business ideas and how creating dishes leaves him happy.  The most memorable moments with this man have permanently have been etched in my heart and mind.  I loved the four-hour conversations in Philadelphia’s Reading Terminal, while we shivered and stuffed ourselves with Amish Apple Dumplings. 

We love conversations. I enjoyed and cherish all the conversations we had.  If I had to pick one to share, it would be the discussion about our all time favorite movie, The Last Samurai.  He feels the most compelling part of the story is the conversations between Algren(American Soldier) and Katsumoto (Samurai Leader).  However, I have to agree the most compelling interactions is between Taka (Matsumoto’s sister) and Algren.  His intelligence feels euphoric because of the simple yet truthful discussions and conversations we had.  Even our disagreements were enjoyable.  We honored each other; both not willing to back down but still willing to listen out of love, honor and respect for each other. He was born a litigator he listened and would find the best opportunity to fire and pull the trigger. It left me paralyzed with mixed emotions, a bit of exasperation and awe.  Our conversations are quite interesting; we discuss everything, from Peter Cetera to his next bold culinary project.  An award-winning Chef and business man, he values his privacy.  Our private sanctuary felt like HOME.  He was not a Chef nor a business man, he was just Dee.  In the privacy of our HOME, he shares his childhood, ideas, concerns and dreams with me. He also asked me for assistance, which helped me feel need and empowered. He inspired me to be the better version of myself in our exclusive refuge that was our own.  Short stolen moments with him showed me how caring, kind, gentle, respectful, intelligent, fun, and loving side.  In our HOME, we could shed and be transparent and authentic.  It definitely felt like HOME.  The best parts of me was conceived from the interactions I had with the love of my lifetime.