“Watch out!” he yells to me and I stop walking.
“What?” I look back at him in confusion.
“Look down,” he tells me.
I look down. “Awww a little snail.” I reach down to try to pick it up.
“No! Leave it alone,” he runs up behind me and hugs me.
I giggle, “Why?”
Because this snail is about to take a risk.” He starts telling me in his poetic voice with his head on my shoulder. This is one of the things I love about him, “He is going into the ocean. He doesn’t know where he is going. He probably doesn’t care. He is willing to take a plunge. The plunge to do what he needs to do.”
I grin at the smoothness of his voice. “Just think that if that little snail can take a risk, why can’t we? Why can’t we ever take that risk? Why can’t we go on a journey where we don’t know where it ends?â?
He pulls me back and turns me around, “I want to take a risk with you Ann.â?
“Because life is short and I want to spend it with you. I love you.”
“What!?” I look into his brown eyes.