In The Words of Another: Geneviéve Cuva, Part 2

There have only been two times in my life where, upon meeting someone, I was immediately struck by the knowledge that these people would permanently change my life. They felt familiar, like old comfortable friends I had already worn in, in some past life. One of these people was Sabrael D. Carrol, the other was D.M. Genevieve Cuva. You've already heard a bit about the former, it's high time to know more about the latter.

Oceanic
I want to whisper waves against
your shoreline silhouette,
crashing my fingertips against your skin
and folding them in
to your oceanic heart until we forget
everything except
the lullaby tide
that is
us
just
breathing.

Gen has left an unmistakable mark on my life. Part of my philosophy of life was born from late night talks as I slept in her bed, scratching my name into the foamy ceiling. There are few moments that I remember which are happier than the time we graffitied all the campus sidewalks with chalk or snuck into the music building to film 'The Pink Flamingo' or the time a birthday party turned into an icing fight. I don't even want to think about what my music collection would be like without her generosity.

This is a blog about love in the digital age but that doesn't have to be confined to romantic loves. Genevieve taught me how to love life and, even though just as much distance stretches between me and her now as there is between me and Sab, I will always love her for that. So this is for you Gen. Your work is too beautiful not to share.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAB!! So, maybe I'm a little early and maybe I gave you your present a little too, but oh well. You deserve it! It's a little weird to think it's been almost a year already since I met you. And soon it will be six months that I've been with you. My initial idea of you was right, you have changed my life. You've proven to me that there are good things left in this world, an infinite amount of things to look forward to, to strive for. And you've taught me that true happiness lies in the little moments, the small victories. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." I let myself love you, I learned how to love you, and that is something I'll never ever regret. I'm so lucky to have you and I know this year, Year of the Rabbit, can only have better things in store for us. I love you so much and I hope this year brings you all the things you dream of. I hope it brings me even closer to you. <3

In The Words of Another: Geneviéve Cuva, Part 1

I mentioned once that anyone who had any article ideas or contributions to the concept of long-distance relationships should feel free to submit it, either in the comments, or you can click our portraits right above our information at the bottom of the site. On occasion I am forced to find these people because they are too silly to point themselves out. So today I’d like to pay humble tribute to one Miss Geneviéve Cuva. Now Gen and I are only somewhat acquainted: a former room mate and good friend of my better half, her first impression on me was one of a polite young woman not afraid of her own mind, and not ashamed to express the rambling of her mind. I have witnessed her brilliance in the form of Poetry (which can be read here on her blog “Creative Streak”) as well as in artistic form (which can be seen here on her deviantART). I applaud her artistic merit, mainly because of envy, but also because of it’s sheer beauty. I’ve chosen to showcase a recent piece that instantly grabbed my attention: so my readers I present Enough by Geneviéve Cuva.

Enough
What is love if it is gone,
if it is absent from the
space beside me,
if it is stretched between
us almost to the point
of breaking? It is a string,
a road, a letter or
a short call just to say hello.
It hides in the
small moments and shines
in them, like a child’s nightlight
or a candle in the window. So
from me to you, I send love.
I hope it is enough.

Like I said. Beautiful. It evokes to me a picture of a man whose love is long away from him, troubled time have come, and he sits by candle light, quill inked and awaiting his great prose. Instead, he write those three simple words, folds the page, seals it and his messenger is off with it. I always tell Sorcha I love her. When she is doing homework and I am coding a site, and the air is thick with that unique comfortable silence, I glance up at her, face steady as she reads and I too use those simple words. And she smiles that surprised smile when I catch her by unawares, and she reciprocates. “I send love. I hope it is enough.” She always reminds me it is more than enough, and I love her more for it.

Geneviéve, you did an amazing job capturing something that is hard to describe. Those simple moments most people face to face take for granted, when you not only know they love you, but when they send it to you in some way to make for certain you know. It is a beautiful thing you wrote, and I am grateful to you for doing it. I look forward to getting to know you more in the future, you always leave such supportive comments and so I am glad to make you the first person we pay tribute to here on Love 2.0. To the rest of our readers, you can follow Gen’s own internal monologue at her other blog entitled “Strange Bird” (which I must begin by saying is one of my favorite phrases of English Slang ever, so bravo on choosing a lovable title). And with that I will end my own internal monologue by adding that if you too are an artist of any sort and would like to be featured, don’t hesitate to post a link to your work or e-mail either Sorcha or myself. Until next time, update your driver to Love 2.0, and have a great week.

P.S. My love, our plan went off a bit late, but I loved the end result. Nothing was better than getting into the old writing spirit with you. I can’t wait for our exciting continuation and the chapters from then on. I love you, and I can’t wait for our anniversary which is right around the bend along with my birthday. Having you is the only gift I could have ever asked for. <3