Two weeks to go. The invitations have been sent and received. Key persons have been contacted of times and where to be. No jitters, no worries. Actually, no 'anything'. Is this an abstract form of second thoughts? Wouldn't they be the first thoughts, since I really didn't think much about the final outcome when I first started all this. I must be going crazy.
In marathon months, this has been a long courtship. He's seen me at my slowest, damn-near fattest and palest I ever been and is still willing to have me. I guess it was good that I didn't ask too much of him either. 26.2 miles. Nothing more and nothing less. I looked for no flaws, no excuses to back out this time. I met him half-way, and he did the same for me. The growth of our relationship didn't explode like TNT, nor did the flame need coaxing or fanning to keep it aflame. We both grew to enjoy each others company. Whimsy grew to like. Like grew to respect. And respect grew to love. No sparks, no fillers. A simple love of 'being' is what kept our paths aligned.
Love of my life? I don't know. Love in my life? Absolutely. You see, Marathon wasn't the cutest, the nicest, or the easiest one I could have chosen. Nor was I the cutest, nicest or easiest one to step up. But somehow, we found each other and made it work. And I am all the more better because of him.
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