Parallel Lives

Making memories is an important part of any relationship, be it family, or friends, or a lover.  I have beautiful memories which fill both my mind and heart of the life I have lived until now.  Sometimes, though, there is a shift if your path, and the memories begin to feel like dreams, and the dreams begin to get cloudy, and clouds begin to fade away.   My great shift happened about seven years ago.  An ex of mine died and the only thing I could see was darkness.  Only storm clouds cover my days now.  Happy days, pleasant memories, are harder to come by because they are seen through a filter of thunderstorms and decay.  To me, now, the temporary state of everything ruins the joy that can be hidden inside of it.  Sometimes, the people around you refuse to believe that an event like this can alter your entire perception of life, largely, because it didn't affect them at all.  Well, being struck by the permanency of death in an instant is ...

Everything comes in threes.  The good, the bad, the ugly.  The Stooges.  Symmetry with any kind of a centerpiece.  Meals.  Death.  Oh, I know, you think I'm going to dive right into the gory details of the three deaths that brought he and I together.  But you're wrong.  We deserve to be looked upon with love before the judgement expels us from your lives.  It took three weeks before one of us said three words, I love you.  And I'm pretty sure we were both equally shocked and equally not shocked at all.   This love which permeates our life now, sneaked up to us like a cheetah in a jungle, quiet, easy, silent, and seemingly sudden, but looking back, we realize, the grass was moving all along.  There was never a word exchanged that didn't have a hint of joy, a new blanket's worth of comfort, a history all its own.  Three weeks, and my life was now the opposite of what it had been for so many years. It doesn't matter whic...