Preface To An Era

Inevitably, during some light conversation over drinks with your friends, when you lean in for a sneaky kiss on her cheek just for the sake of seeing her blush, someone will ask you that question. It'll always happen. It's as clockwork as drinks and a bedroom scene or, more poetic, stars after sunset.

"How did you guys meet?"

Here's the best part, I think. If you are enjoying the relationship you are in, you'll always do this. Always. I will bet money and my three best pigs on this (trust me these are some prize pigs I'm putting on the line). -You'll grin something stupid like and look at each other. *smiles*

"Oh well you know... Oh gosh Honey you tell it."
"No no, I don't like telling it. You tell it."
"But baby you tell it so much better."
"Okay, I guess I'll tell it babygirl. You really do like this story too much."

The tensions and anticipation mounts. Your friends are leaning on the edge of their seat. The waitress frozen, forgetting she needs go get more drinks. The table behind you has suspiciously stopped silent ears turned like parabolic sound arrays.
"We met at the mall."

Epic failure. Of the most epic kind. Utter failure.

All the great, super cute, adorably luvy couples always have some crazy story.
"... Then the donkey wouldn't leave... "
I've found that for me, the more complicated the start of a relationship is, the longer it lasts in my life. The more complicated, multi-faceted the start, the longer more emotionally charged it throws me around.
"... never did find where the missing wrench went... ...lost twenty dollars, four cents, and a shirt that night..."
I love those beginnings. When I see them emerging, forming it's horrendous drama filled little smile in front of me, whispering in my ear, 'This will be fun' I shake my head, smile, and press forward ready for adventure and excitement.

I think back to my longer, more close to heart, relationships and I see that they all had very complicated beginnings. She just started dating another guy, I originally liked her cousin, we argued the first time we met about her origins, she wanted me when I wanted someone else, slit wrists over my lack of attention, and the list goes on to varying degrees of insanity and sweet hollywood-spun story lines. And theses are the people who have stood out, in my world of singular friends, existing only within singular moments. They are the moving pictures compared to the snapshots of friends. They are the rainy days squeezed between endless sunlight, memorable. They are the spelunkers to my soul compared to the other pond skimmers. They make me smile more brightly, feel more terribly sad, laugh more whole heartedly, cry stinging tears.

If you notice, that our relationship, friendship, companionship, started in highly irregular ways. You can be assured that, yeah, you are more than just a paragraph in my life. You are a chapter and if you stay long enough, learn how to get close enough, ask the right questions, hear the right things, you can be a book if you want to. It's not a requsite to becoming someone close to me, just that it seems to go hand in hand. Don't stray away because of the drama and chaos initially. I breathe chaos, let me breathe.

Encountering Complications,
ShadowlessTomorrow