Day to Day: Episode 1

On occasion, a day is interesting, a week can be notable and a month can be quite memorable. I've noticed that Sorcha and I tend to have a certain mindset when we come to our laptops. We have a topic in mind and we write on it. Now I don't mind this system of a sort of column, but on occasion I'd like to talk about my day, and how it relates to our topic here of romance. So today's article is less of a topical column and more of a simple journal from your author.

Today was a quite hectic day. It started early when my love called me on her way to a long day at work. It isn't uncommon for us to exchange texts in the morning, her while off to school, and me in gaps of sleep. But I knew she had a long day ahead of her. I actually got out of bed some time later and spent my morning rambling my thoughts off to an offline Sorcha. I know GTalk would deliver my messages when she got a chance to sign on, and I didn't need instant response, I just needed to clear my head, and even offline, my love performed that role so well. I felt less mentally cluttered and refreshed right away. And when she signed on she even sparked inquiries about my thoughts, helping me refine them. It's one of the aspects I fell in love with, the way she can ask just the right questions.

I ended up headed to a mall to help my roommate Christmas shop, and while I texted while there, I was reminded of her in a variety of ways, some sillier than most. The most obvious in the item I bought as her Christmas gift. While at a jewelry shop I was going to see if I qualified for credit to get a ring, necklace and earring set. Sadly I had forgotten my wallet at home, and so I couldn't even apply. I was going to get Aquamarine, her birthstone, but when I saw May, the Emeralds reminded me of her more. She loves green, and more importantly, it reminded me of Ireland, which always makes me think of her. While passing by the food court, I saw a Asian woman sitting and talking on her cell phone, and she was very small and her feet couldn't touch the ground and it was cute how she was just kicking them. And for those who don't know, my Sorcha is very small, and sometimes needs a pillow to sit at her parents kitchen table. It just reminded me of her. We walked by a shop with a gelatto display, and they had it all big and decorated, and Amaretto flavor was all there, and I know how much she loves it. Then we headed to The Disney Store and I saw a cute Alice in Wonderland Journal that had pink pages, and it made me think of her. One of the kiosks was selling those hugable animal pillows, and the one the guy handed me to 'test' was one I really wanted to buy: an adorable honeybee with pudgy wings.

Now, it isn't new to have Sorcha on my mind all day, it's common. But aside from simply thinking of her, it felt nice to be reminded of the things I associate to her. Alice in Wonderland Journals, Amaretto Gellato, Dangling Feet, Ireland, Emeralds, and of course Honeybee Pillows. I wish I had the money for the things I could have sent her. I would gladly send her everything that reminded me of her if I could. And while I'm not saying love is buying things and spending money, love is seeing the one you love in those things, and wanting them, just because they make you smile, even if it isn't as much as that special person does. That is love, wanting to surround yourself in memories and thoughts of them. So until next time, buy your desktop some pretty icons, and have a great week.

P.S. I loved your article my dear. And I love being there for you. Nothing makes me smile more than seeing you smile. I would move mountains and steal stars if it pleased you. You’ll always be the most important thing in my life, second to none. I look forward to your article on Friday. I had fun thinking of you as I wrote this. <3

Romantic Epiphanies

me: XD It's ok. She wanted me to describe myself for her because I said she doesn't know who I am any more. And I couldn't think of anything. All the stuff that was coming to my mind was superficial. Likes, dislikes, hobbies. Nothing that really defined me. I'm not even sure that I have a me, just a consciousness and a disconnected body...

Sabrael: Your a strong woman, who loves helping others, but at the same time, wishes everyone would be willing to lend a helping hand without question when it is asked of them, the way you do. You don't want to be tied down to anything unless you are sure it is something you want in your life for as long as possible. You are beautiful, and brilliant, and even though you don't know it, your admired by the people that matter most. But in the end, it boils down to three words: You are Meg. And all that means is you are the person you are, and only a special handful can translate that in their heads, because your to great for words.

me: o^ ^o Romantic Epiphany
___

me: I love your voice. Accented or not. Silly voice or normal. When you're laughing, when you're distracted, when I know all you're thinking about is me, when you're nervous, when you've just woken up. I love it all.

Sabrael: o^ ^o Romantic Epiphany

If I bothered to do further research, I’m sure I’d find another term already coined for what Sab and I like to call, Romantic Epiphanies. Because it’s impossible that we are the first people who have tried to put this feeling into words.

For us, it’s almost always connected to words. One of us will say something to the other that’s almost a reminder of why we started on this relationship in the first place. I get that same giddy feeling that I had the first time he told me he loved me. My stomach flips around in my belly, I blush, and I can’t help but bring out my ‘Idiot Grin.’ And it doesn’t go away quickly either.

I always look forward to those moments, not only when I can receive those Romantic Epiphanies, but also give them. In a long distance relationship sometimes you feel like you can’t properly express yourself. When he says or does something that I appreciate, I can’t tackle glomp him, I can’t lean over and give him kisses. Sometimes I feel like the full effect of my love is lost somewhere in the distance between us when all I can respond with is a smile or a laugh. I treasure those moments when I can truly, unrestrainedly tell him how I feel and he just gets it. Somehow just knowing he understands means more to me than anything else could.

Love changes over time. This is a universal fact and an inevitability. And though change isn’t always bad (in fact, I would go so far as to say it rarely is) it can be unsettling and uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s just nice to be able to go back to the start and remember. All relationships start somewhere. Whether it’s out of a friendship, an undeniable attraction, a happy accident, a shared experience, or a commonality isn’t the point. The point is that there was a beginning and whatever it was, it should be remembered. I never want to forget how Sabrael first lured me in. Those beautiful, beautiful words. So until next time, let spell check know how much you appreciate her and have a great weekend.

P.S. I loved your article from Monday, Sab! It was so beautiful and the whole thing was simply full of Romantic Epiphanies. I also liked all the inside jokes you managed to subtly slip in there. I know this isn’t the first time I’ve said I had a hard week but I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve actually seen me have a meltdown. It wasn’t full implosion but I got close and you were beyond amazing the way you helped me through it. As always, thank you so much for being there for me and believing in me even when I don’t believe in myself. Especially then. Can’t say what I’d do without you, knowing what it’s like to have you. <3