This is how I think of him, basking in golden glory. It wouldn’t be his choice, but I choose to picture him like this. Not all the time of course. There are times the gold is white in fear, black in depression, or red with anger.
He’s not an ordinary man. He has many sides, many secrets, some I am privy to, others he keeps hidden, even from me. I love him, so I can forgive anything he might think unforgivable.
That’s the way it is with us. A love that’s near when needed, distant in space, close in heart.