I find myself drawn to words this week as my crush. I thought about not posting anything this week because my life has been so hectic with school and work but that would mean admitting defeat. Instead I’m going to tell you about a story that has pulled me back into the arms of my first lover, writing. It’s true normally this lover is hand in hand with reading, the two of them sharing a secluded park bench on a warm spring day whispering sweet nothing into each other ears until the last bit of light winks into darkness. But today the two are having a lover’s quarrel and on those days I get to rest against writing and he whispers to me about the stories I will write one day.
I read a story the other day about a husband who loves his wife and this got me to thinking about how I would meet my other half if it ever were to happen. I thought about how I would be at a party for a dear friend but I would only know a small group of people at sed party. I thought about how we conspired to hold on to the best seats in the house that where on the not too crowed patio. And that when I meet him. He has ventured out to the patio to look for someone and as he is searching the faces of the crowd our eyes meet. His glance last longer then it should but I can’t stop looking into his eyes. At this moment I know I will love him for the rest of my life. He comes over and tries to impress me with his charming smile and sharp wit but I brush him off knowing he is a man who can appreciate a good chase.
Over the next few months we meet each other at more mutual friends’ parties, lunch at some of his favorite restaurants and some of mine. Eventually we go on a few dates that I will never forget. I learn he hates cats but loves his pet turtle. He likes that I have no sisters and that I talk to my mom everyday. We become good friends and think about taking a vacation with some other friends knowing we will spend the entire time alone together.
Then one night, in the middle of the night he calls me. He sounds frighten and undone. I tell him I will meet him at our diner. He says I look beautiful, I blush. He tells me how he just found out his mother has cancer and he doesn’t think he can be strong enough for her because she was always the strong one. He cries on my shoulder and I tell him he will be the pillar of strength I know he can be. We share a stack of pancakes and a few cups of coffee. Somehow we forget about the world and the night ends in our first kiss. In this moment we both know we will spend the rest of our lives together.
I know I have a problem with fantasy and this probably why I single but I do hope that one day I will have a real story to post here and not just one I hope will happen.