Friday, February 4, 2011
Happy Friday, Dear Readers,
It's February, which means Valentine's Day is soon to come and spring is hopefully in the air. How could there be a better time to write about love?
You can write about love in any of its forms today--if you've tried one of these exercises before, you know the parameters are quite flexible. I love participation, and I'm happy with any that I get.
However, if you do want more guidance, you can answer this question. How did you know it was love? When you met that special someone, be it a current partner or an ex, how did you know that your connection was something meant to last?
When I first met The Boy, I wasn't looking for a relationship. I'd just ended a disastrous one a month before, and what I really wanted was to make new friends and try new activities. I stumbled across The Boy's photo albums of urban hikes, and was compelled to send him a message on Facebook. An urban adventure was just what I needed.
An English major with the heart of a writer, a deep love of literature and the great outdoors, and a gift for taking beautiful photos, The Boy was someone I'd long dreamed of meeting but had given up on ever finding. Before long, our short messages had grown into 1,000 word + letters. When we finally talked on the phone, we chatted for hours that flew by in seconds. We had so much in common, and I was interested in our differences, too. The Boy is a wine aficionado, but I rarely drink. We had different taste in music, and in movies. I love it when a relationship is not only a place to share, but a place to learn. (He's probably laughing as he reads this, because I've hated some of the movies he's subjected me to, and vice-versa, but at least we've tried to expand each other's horizons.)
By the time we first met in person to discuss urban hikes, it felt like a date. Part of me was praying we wouldn't have any romantic chemistry, because the last thing I wanted was another relationship. But of course we did.
From the beginning, The Boy has been very different from other men in my past. For one thing, he treats me exceptionally well. He is always in my corner, and when we do fight, there is an urge to resolve the issue and move past it instead of dwelling. He has been the rock of this relationship, which was certainly needed. I'm not too proud to admit I was an emotional mess when we started out.
When I received his first love letter in the mail, I phoned my mother and told her "I've met the man I'm going to marry!" I still feel the same way.
How about you, Dear Readers? How did you know it was love?
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