Love is an awkward thing. It flees when you grasp after it, yet often escapes your notice when it is present..."Didn't I hear that there is a guy now?" Someone might ask casually in a social game of catch-up.
The beloved blinks, feigning unawareness. When apparent the other is not deceived, she motions her head in the direction of him. For her, he is an all-consuming presence. For the other, there is a group of guys standing in the other corner.
Something is there, the beloved knows, but what?! Oh that persistent question that even brides have pondered insecurely while veiling themselves. All she knows is that her life is changing. All she knows is that "home" is changing. The once expected future - though never real in the first place - is suddenly murky, and strangely it does not bother her.
Her assumed trajectory of life was theorized in a closed system. The lover enters and that closed paradigm is shattered, or rather shifted, before the beloved actually recognizes that she is in a new paradigm. It is much like one for whom God came in softly but entered in transforming as He came. Everything was new yet the one could not tell when it began nor how.
For the other on the outside, who has already discovered and grown used to being loved and adjusted to having one's presupposed future forever altered, it is sweet to watch this awkward dance replayed by another younger. While the other's future vision for this young beloved remains yet unreal, her present song and steps are still familiar.
