Where did you hide your wings
Her love shines over my horizon- she’s a slice of heaven
Warm moonlight over my horizon- she’s a slice of heaven
Meeting someone new, falling in love is an exhilirating experience. You can see so many things, know so many things and not others, be completely blindsided and blown away by them.
I’ve spent the weekend with E, in fact I’ve spent the last 6 days with her. We’ve lain side by side, walked through the forest, watched tv, movies, played cut the rope and we’ve talked. Non stop, all night, all day. The details of our lives, how we feel and why. The past, the present. The things that hurt and the things that made our hearts soar. We’ve moved onto our mistakes, difficult conversations. How we really feel and why, what stops us trusting someone, what makes us love someone. And it all seperates my friends and companions into two.
The people who celebrate along with me, and the people who query and look for fault. The people who cheer along with me, tell me they are as happy and excited as I am are my friends. Respect and love for both me and E. Asking things, looking for the reasons I am where I am.
And others who look for fault, throw around arbitrary definitions of speed. Things are moving fast. I know this. So does she.
But when things work ,after all, who’s approaching a relationship hedging their bets on it not? When things work out, the end result is the same. If we’re together we’re together. How quickly we do it has no impact on how together we are. Sure if it’s not going to work, if it needs maintenance, if it needs a lot of effort to click then we won’t work. But if it works, if we fit. If we are perfectly right for each other then it won’t matter when we cross a boundary.
We met online and started chatting. Emails flew and we traded them all night, all day. And again all night. We moved to chat, real time. Seeing each other respond, strings of questions and answers became a conversation. A live stream as we exposed who we were and what we wanted to know. Sparks flew everytime, we agreed, were shocked. Picked the same answers. So we spoke, a quick chat on the phone and hung up 5 hours later. We were hooked.
By the time we saw each other face to face our hearts were racing. We stood half a room apart and had a slow conversation until I took a deep breath and said hi properly. Leaned in from too far away and kissed her on the cheek. My arm across her body as she stepped forward to place her arms around me. And we fit, we relaxed and held each other. That first moment, her heart beating against mine felt right. It felt like there was something there.
And a few days later she told me the same thing, unprompted, and not knowing I had already thought it. We’ve been inseparable, both when together and when apart. We’ve sat and played together, we’ve cooked and moved furniture. Been rained on and buried our feet in the grass. Reached for the same thing and kissed in the moonlight.
Life is full of mediocre things, love shouldn’t be one of them.