[I'm keeping my thoughts stateside for another day.]
I’m sitting inside a fantastic bar, Magritte, run by my new friend, Vana, and in the background playing is romantic spanish salsa. This puts me in the mood to write about love. Love is a tricky thing. In my 36 years of life I have only allowed myself to love completely 3 times. That works out to once every 13 years. At least, I’m consistent. Each time I have failed utterly and spun into a dark ditch of despair and despondence. Dramatic much? Yes, but I live in foolish passion when I’m in love. It’s the only way to truly experience the immensity of a singular feeling for one person. It brings with it utter joy and complete suffering and all the amalgamation of emotions in between. I’ve told myself the next time will be a more reasonable and prudent experience, but I just can’t help getting myself into crazy emotional situations. I’m a sucker for crazy, I guess.
Sometimes I lose faith in my continued ability to love another and that it may be nigh impossible for someone like me. I have an uncanny ability to completely shut down certain emotional centers when needed. Yet, there are also people who completely replenish my faith in the possibility for love. Two of those people are my good friends Matt and Rebecca.
The two of them share a quintessential cosmic tether. It is as if the universe decided to drop ship these two to one another and stir their destinies together. I feel an unspoken balance when I see them together and it makes me smile. I had the privilege of attending their wedding and I remember a lightness of being that permeated the both of them. It was a beautiful sight and it deeply moved me. I spend much of my time observing people and life and notice few pockets of pure happiness. Matt and Rebecca share one of those pockets. I don’t typically open up to these types of mushy sentiments, but to hell with it. Witnessing true love is a wondrous thing. They are the rocks in my life who give me hope that a love can be found that even I can’t muck up. Of course, no rocks could weigh down these two. They exist on a completely different plane. I know the galaxy is smiling out there. At least I am.