Love

I am permanently living on cloud nine. I moved up here about four years ago and have decided to stay. For some reason I got very lucky, I found the man of my dreams without really looking, we were living floors apart with many mutual friends. It happened just like so many people claim it does- in my heart I just knew. The chemistry between us is remarkable, so explosive it is borderline dangerous. In fact, I walked around for the first year totally blinded by love that I didn't even realize I was letting parts of my life slip away. I was consumed by love, and I couldn't get enough. Eventually I did need to stop and look around, since then I have been a little more cautious in my other relationships knowing that good friends need just as much love and energy as romantic relationships do. The shared energy and connection between us has only gotten stronger. It seems that the more complete we are as individuals the better our relationship gets.

It is liberating to be able to love unconditionally; to love the person for exactly who they are at this moment. I was talking with a friend the other day, and listening to her speak of her boyfriend made my heart hurt a little. There is so much unspoken anger and silent resentment. Why do this in the beginning of a relationship? Why not start with open communication and continue this way for the long haul?

Living in separate countries, away from Lynn, has been one of the most difficult tests our relationship has been through. Our relationship has been challenged many times in the past, but this is different. Even with the Atlantic ocean and a few continents separating us I still feel supported, understood, respected, and loved. I miss him everyday.

Yet, if I look deep into my soul I know he never really left.