I fondly describe him as an
old soul.
No, he is not an old,limping geezer masquerading in a young, virile physique. He just an adorable lad that gets fascinated with anything vintage (I bet he can be a good antique collector when he gets old-er.hehehe). He adores John Lennon and the Beatles. He enjoys listening to old folk songs and ballads. I caught him listening to the likes of Jim Croce, James Taylor and even to Starland Vocal Band's
Afternoon Delight--the oldest song that I have ever liked, by far (1976? hmmmm...not quite old I should say, but old nevertheless). Now I can't help but wonder if he likes listening to Frank Sinatra as well? I bet he does...
He is at ease with people older than him. He can get to mingle with them as if they are just of the same age. He doesn't find it difficult to share his opinions and even listen and sympathize with them. He doesn't allow age to intimidate him.
And as what they say about old things, they are less complicated. They are just however, elusive. We still need to figure out how they really work--that is, if they are still working. And they also have to be operated manually most of the time. Just like this old soul. He makes things less complicated by knowing what he wants and would not allow anything or anyone to stop him from acquiring them. He prefers not to be surrounded with a lot of people(despite him being not an introvert), which I reckon is one of his reasons for not going to public places that much (What those other reasons are, I just hope I am wrong about it). He epitomizes silence for me. He does not make me yawn and long to sleep, but his presence gives tranquility in my being, making me feel secure and at peace with myself. Like a lost daughter that has finally came home after being away for so long.
That is what I love about him. More and more even. *Sigh*
