Friday, February 18, 2011

When I Find You

When I find you, I will smile at the thought of coming home to you every day.

When I find you, if I have a bad day I don’t need anything but your ears listening.

When I find you, I will find myself somewhere inside of you already, as if a tiny part of me, implanted inside of you when we were born, has sat waiting for me to reclaim it.

When I find you, you will look into my eyes and sense what I am feeling.

When I find you, there will be no one else who can make me smile in quite the same way that you can.

When I find you, we will laugh at a lot of the same things, and the things that one of us doesn’t really think is funny, we will still laugh because our laughs will be contagious for each other.

When I find you, there will be no end to our meaningful conversations, and shared opinions, because yours will be the most important opinion I want to know, we will be halves of a whole, and learning about you will teach me about myself.

When I find you, life will be an adventure to be tackled, and obstacles will be a challenge for us to surmount, in good times or bad, life will be our instrument to play as we wish, even when we lose the tune we can still dance to our music.

When I find you, our floods of tears will become a beautiful waterfall, our tears will flow from the precipice of each other’s strength, into a pool of sadness that we can walk beside hand in hand and be grateful for the comfort, support and strength of each other.

When I find you, the joy of being together will be balanced with other joys, and when we are apart I feel invisible thread tying our hearts together for eternity.

When I find you, I will not dread retirement as a time of boredom and loneliness, even the simplest and most mundane of activities will be enjoyable as long as we are together.

When I find you, will I even realize that important fact at first?

Have I found you? Maybe I already have. 

Most days, I hope so.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Day of Love

  It's quiet. And dark. And I have been alone all day.

  Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, in all it's marketable over-rated glory. Last year, even though I'd been with the same guy for years, Valentine's day was just like any other day. And I'm easy to please. I don't require a lot of money spent on me, or large fluffy stuffed animals that will collect dust and eventually be a nightmare for my allergies. Flowers die and chocolates (as wonderful as they are) go straight to my belly. Something about Valentine's Day though, I think it's more valuable to those who don't have someone telling them daily that they are loved. That guy last year, not really the overly affectionate, I-Love-You type. Hand holding, rare. Hugs, rare. Kisses, rare. Pretty much everything that I need in a relationship- rare. So Valentine's Day was inflated beyond what it had been in my years of marriage when I had a guy who multiple times a day professed his undying love for me, and occasionally to this day years post-divorce still does.

  So here I am, knowing that Valentine's Day will be just like any other Monday for me, work till 5, school till 7:30, homework till I can't think anymore. And one second that realization seems extremely unimportant, and the next second it seems almost earth shattering in it's own dreariness.

  I know I am loved, and that I have many friends, male and female, who would do just about anything for me. And I also know when I wake up on Tuesday morning, it'll be just like any other Tuesday, But for tomorrow, the day of love, something deep in my gut will not be content nor satisfied until the day is over.