Lately I have been working on a project for my Painting class that focuses on hands. I am intrigued by the importance of hands to almost everything I do. Above is one of the pictures I have been working on for the project. on the Left is my hand and on the right is Hans' hand. This picture is meant to represent or symbolize memories of Hans and my relationship from when we first met and first started dating. I actually don't remember the first time Hans and I met. I remember the event but I do not remember him being there. One of my life long best friends and Hans lived on the same floor our Freshman year of college. My friend and I had gone for a run and when we came back I was all sweaty and gross but we decided to play cards. After playing cards for a bit Karl (my life long friend) and I went to the hall and I met a group of guys. Apparently Hans was in that group and I caught his eye. From what he has told me I talked about how much I love my brother and Hans thought it was really attractive that I love my family so much. Although I didn't notice Hans, his eyes and heart were set on me from that time on. What caused me to notice Hans was actually that someone very dear to me had a crush on him. I would not have realized who Hans was without this person and I am so grateful to them for having liked him. After becoming good friends, mostly through friends, I gained a lot of trust in Hans but never realized that he liked me. When I finally realized that Hans liked me I was so unsure of what to do, after a long while he and I went on some dates. We were so tentative to even hold hands... Now I sometimes look at his hands and just praise God, Thanking God that I get to hold Hans hands for the rest of our life. I also thank the Lord when we were just freshmen in college, his were the hands I held.
