Whatever. ):
I was watching a movie today (you know one of those silly poorly played out chick-flicks) and one of the main characters found the love of her life fifty years after they had parted. Fifty years! While that length of time definitely eclipses the few months we have found ourselves apart it is not what I’m actually here to say. I’ve told you, enough times that I have lost count, that I’m nervous about seeing you again and that I am certain I won’t know how to act. That is not necessarily true. Because while watching the movie I was more interested in the comfortable way the couple interacted. After fifty years they simply fell back into each other because they fit. They fit the way we fit.
I have spent a long time without you in the past. Yes, it was as a friend, but we never fell out of each other’s lives and it was never awkward when we came back together. You’re like a boomerang – no matter how hard I throw you, you kept coming back like the persistent ass I know you are. Okay, so maybe we’re both the boomerang, Or maybe we’re like a rubber band. Seeing you that night before you left two years ago for example; I walked in angry at you and yet I ended the night curled up against you, far more comfortable than I ever am with anybody. That is how it has always been with you. And last year when you came back and I saw you, when I mauled you, there was nothing awkward or weird between us (despite my being practically naked and at work). I think the only awkward moment either of us has had together was our first kiss and I think it was only difficult because there had been so much build up. And even then I felt like I had been kissing you for years and I knew that your lips were the only lips I ever wanted to kiss.
I digressed. Again. As I always do.
My point is that you make it so easy – we make it so easy. We belong together. And not in that silly fairy tale sort of way (well, yes, in that way too), but in the “you are the love my entire existence through thick and thin” kind of way. You’ve always been there for me and I have always been there for you, even when it seemed like we were not…. especially when it seemed like we were not. And it’s never going to be weird seeing you, not after eight months apart, not after fifty years.
I am not worried in the least, because when I see you I know that you’ll be right where you were meant to be. You’ll be home and I’ll be there waiting with open arms and a huge smile on my face.
I love you and I am counting the days until you are here with me.
