In all the time I have known him we only had one fight.. and you can’t even call it a fight because we didn’t really fight.
We were on holiday and had one more day before we headed back home. Usually both of us tend to be a bit crabby towards the end of our holidays because neither of us wanted the holidays to be over.
We headed out early morning. It was his turn to pick the activity of the day and I followed sleepily. I had absolutely no idea where we were going or what we were doing. When we reached the destination, he asked me something about what I would like to do as in which trail I wanted to walk and I assumed he was asking about where we should go for breakfast. He laughed when he heard my answer and I was pissed. (honestly, I am not a good company first thing in the morning anyway)
I usually go quiet when I am pissed because I hate to fight/argue.
He chose to trek the trail that takes us to the pinnacle. I was wearing jeans and a sleeveless t shirt and a light jacket.(because I had no idea that we were going to do mountain climbing, but on second thought, I remembered him telling me the night before that that we should hike the mountain, but in the morning I completely forgot about it)
The first one hour of the climb it was hot and sweaty and he being fitter than me gained a lot of ground…. Because I was in a non communicative mood, he left me alone to climb, except when there was a huge boulder in the path, he waited for me so he could haul me up. 3 hours in to the climb, it was raining and only he had a rain jacket and being the stubborn mule that I am, I refused to share his jacket.. which led me to get soaked to the bone. 4 hours to the hike and 30 minutes before we reached the pinnacle, it began to snow. I was so angry. I was tired, breathless(asthma) and my clothes were soaking wet and I was freezing. He on the other hand was warm and toasty and happy..because he loves to climb mountains and the view from the top was spectacular.
When we eventually got back to the hotel where we were staying, he made me Chaya and asked me something and I didn’t respond. For the first time since I have known him, I saw him getting angry and the first thing I noticed were his eyes. They looked so strange.. so intense.. He was standing there with his arms crossed and he looked really really angry and he mumbled something. I have no idea what he said to me because it was in Spanish. We needed to get our camping gear from the car and repack our bags before we headed out for the dinner for which we had already made the reservation. We had an early flight to catch the next day… So there he was, standing there, still with his arms crossed and glaring at me and there I was, holding a cup of freshly made earl grey tea, looking at him and laughing. I noticed the intensity in his eyes getting lessor and then he said
“No more Chaya for you” and I nodded my head in agreement, knowing very well that he will make me tea first thing in the morning.
There was one more thing he did that day..
After we had our dinner, on the drive back to our hotel, he stopped by a lake..so I could watch the reflection of lights on the water. It was really cold and I didn’t want to get out of the car. So he parked the car in such a way that I could see the reflection from the car. And he sat there quietly, leaving me alone with my thoughts…and I sat there..watching the beautiful view..and knowing that this is the guy for me.