about words.

Sometimes I know that I cannot express my self in words. They seem so plain and inadequate. To capture the depth and breadth and intensity of what I feel in my self. Then other times, someone else does the talking for me:


Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours
                             -Beethoven

about my favourite love story

There was a girl. Alone and misunderstood; figured she’d forge through life somehow.

The girl told God, “If you want to give me someone, please do. But I don’t want to have anything to do with it. Just make me know it’s him and it’s real when it’s time.”

A few years passed, and there was a boy. He’d made some mistakes, and wanted to go far away to fix them.

No word from God came to the girl. She settled into a life of solitude and learning, unbeknownst to her, how to live the life God intended for her.

Then one day, the girl saw a cup. She wanted the cup, and hinted to friends and family online that she wanted it. She’s forthright like that.

The boy was standing around, and saw the cup.

God said, “Ya, this seems like a good moment.”

So, the boy bought the cup for the girl. The girl sent a message to say thank you. The boy wanted to send more messages, but the girl had to go to work.

“My cell phone number…text me :)”

For a while they talked, and then the boy got sent to the sandbox.

But the girl was falling in love. So she trusted God, and herself, and told him. And he said, “Me too.”

So they started a relationship. Messaging, and Skyping, and Facebooking. Letters…gifts…

They thought they’d have to wait for a very long time to be together, until the girl suggested “Hey, you’re coming home for a little while soon…why not then?”

And he said, “Sure, here’s a ticket.”

So she got on a plane. And then another plane. And then got lost in an airport.

 

And then he saw her and held her. He kissed her, and took her hand, and took her home. He opened car doors, paid for dinner, took care of her when she got sick.

Then, one night, sitting in mostly-darkness…”Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

And laughter and tears and love and happiness ensued.

Then the week wound down, and the love got stronger, and the tears flowed more, and the happiness was put on hold.

And the girl came ‘home’, but left her real home behind in his eyes and arms and voice saying “I love you baby.”

She left her tears and heart with him to wait for the day when he would come back and be her home once more, forever.

 

To be continued…