Thursday, April 11, 2013

It Is You

It was you that I pined over at the bar to our mutual friend who knew our feelings were mutual but we were too shy to do anything about it.
It was you whose car I had an impossible time getting out of. Another song. Another block. Maybe we should just go get coffee? It took about five of those to work up the courage to tell you to come inside.
"Will you stay here until I fall asleep?"
It is you where I find any comfort in the world.

A year ago we took a day trip. I needed a change of scenery to try and recharge after a particularly draining month. Or, rather, a particularly draining couple of years. On our way back I laid my head on your arm and remained that way for about seventy-five miles. And for the first time I felt okay. Simply at peace with everything and myself. And since then we have been inseparable.

It was you that brought me back to life.

It has been a year, sweetheart, although it is hard to mark time these days. With our eyes on the horizon and our hearts holding on to everything in between, it is simply time. But it has been the best time.  The most loved, cherished and insatiable time.

Happy Anniversary, my dear.


  1. I am so glad I'm not the only one posting about true love. It would be a lot easier to recognize what real intimacy, passion, and trust look like if popular images of love actually reflected these things.

    Keep it up, babe.

  2. Cammila, I agree. I used to be super jaded, untrusting and all around cynical. Having grown up with parents that fought constantly, to being cheated on when I was most vulnerable (seventeen, by my first real relationship), to finally going through my own divorce- yes, I had every reason to be. Now all I do is gush. Having gone through everything to convince me that love isn't real to finding out that I was wrong has been one of the greatest gifts in my life.

    Here's to real love.