Saturday I ran 8 miles. Yesterday I walked at least 8 miles. I slid down a hill of leaves towards the mighty Mississippi. I climbed back up a hill of mud. I have the scrapes to prove it. I saw a school of the largest fish I have ever seen. I believe he said they were carp. They were just there, at least 20 of them large and looming. I couldn't help but want to chase after them like a stupid child who doesn't understand the nature of fish and human. I did not attempt it, but I'm still thinking about it. When I sat on the ledge looking at the Ford Bridge, with Kevin on my side, I felt so unbelievably good. The sun was beating on me, my hands were chilly, and as I stumbled with his zippo he said, "you are so retarded." It was an entirely perfect, unforgettable moment.
From there the conversation meandered in so many ways, but my favorite part was when he started talking to the trees and I said I didn't know that he spoke tree and then he said he can't speak all tree, because some dialects are just too complicated. Later I found out he also speaks sock, although not argyle. I guessed correctly that it's because the argyles are a little too uppity and snobbish. What a bonus in a boyfriend, right? So I've now put him in charge of coaxing out all those pesky single socks that are keeping me from having any good pairs. I am looking forward to the results.
In 3 weeks I will be on Isla Mujeres in some massive house, where I intend to spend hours in the sun snorkeling and listening to music. I will be spending about 4 days with a group of people I don't really know but am told will embrace and love me.
Stop for a moment. Re-read that. I keep re-reading that. He tells me that he is damn lucky to have his group of friends and that they are soon to become mine. He says they will love me. He seems to think I deserve that. I get shivers and beautiful ache in my chest just typing those words. He is offering me a part of his life with those words. He has embraced the closest people to me without question. Anything could happen at this point, but I feel so damn lucky to have found him right now. He is somehow the most perfect mix of sweet, polite, loving, and sarcastic wit. He's had his issues. I've had mine. But together right now, we seem to be on some beautifully good path littered with laughter, music, dancing, food, conversation and the most amazing kisses I've ever, EVER experienced. He seems to understand something about love.
Yes, love. The world "love" dances around my mouth and on my tongue, but it's not the time for us to share that word yet. He said as much this weekend over cards and wine. I don't remember the words really except that we seem to agree. This relationship of ours is young. We both realize the preciousness of it all. Fragility is important to learn. But no matter the outcome, I am damn lucky I am where I am right now.
So that's what I'm doing these days. I'm moving forward and doing all the things I had planned to do. School is good. Work is good. Hawaii still seems to be a possibility. My friends are good. The summer is coming. I'm running still. I'm excited to get out biking. I've been getting to cook lately. This weekend I made lamb and it was unbelievably delicious. I'm planning my next skydiving adventure. I have a bunch of little errands I need to run. My phone is shit and needs to be fixed. I haven't had an oil change in at least a year. I should go to the bank and talk to them about the mortgage loan, since Brian won't return my messages. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to read now that I'm going on a little vacation and should have some quality time. I am so thrilled to get to read.
So yeah, life is moving a long and I often find myself singing "happiness hit her like a train on the tracks."
Life couldn't get much better for me.
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