Jewells of Thought

One of my relationships is quite unique in my life. My grandparents literally wrote each other letters. Handwritten letters. Bryan and I text a lot. Firstly, I made him wait for a reply for an entire week. Then within a couple of weeks conversing in real-time came so naturally. We were, then on Boston time not LA time.

Still I was nervous. I was unsure of what to converse about with a guy I couldn’t see and yet there was a safety in that barrier. So I had made a few piano videos and had put them on Facebook previously. I decided to start small and just send him a recording first. The song I picked was Heirlooms and after a few rough run-throughs. I thought I’ll see what he thinks. Our proceeding conversation gave me goosebumps.

Unfortunately, he was referring to my wrist. The actual day I noticed his first message was the day I did something very stupid. I moved a piece of furniture that I shouldn’t have done personally. I should have waited for others to move it for me. It aggravated my injury from the previous year I worked at a nursing home. This was before my first arm surgery, literally the buildup to my big surgery. I had already mentioned to him about my pain. I couldn’t play the piano when this happened, but could by this time.

The earnest worry in his message was evident as was each time he asked. It was refreshing to have a man remember and ask about my injury. This was a caring side of him I was seeing and was floored by his compassion. Of course, once he heard that first recording, he seemed to be mine.

His compassion and interest for my recordings brought new depth to our relationship. An interest was there and we were enjoying the lightness of a new friendship that could possibly bloom into more for us. It was an exciting time.