Why is it that whenever I think of fireworks, I think of you? Seeing fireworks with you on that 4th of July so many revolutions around the sun ago was the last time I was truly excited about seeing fireworks, the last time I made it a point to see fireworks.
**Editor’s note: Thank you to @MrsBlackish for sharing her story about love, heartbreak, healing, and new love. **
I remember like it was yesterday when I first met him. I watched him through the spotless gym glass windows as he walked into the gym. Gahtdamnnn he was fine. He stood at 6’5, his chiseled 220 pound body was perfect but his smile was even more amazing. BLINK, just like that I wanted him to be mine. He got on the machine next to me and I saw that he was reading, reading! I got the nerve to talk to him and we started to chat. The next day I prayed ( seriously) that I would see him again. I did and he asked me for my number. It was perfect, he was PERFECT. Two months later I was his girlfriend.
Today is July 7, the anniversary of my birth. I’m not big on celebrating my birthday but I do love getting texts, calls, FB messages, and freestyle bday vmail raps in acknowledgment of my living another year from friends and family.
There’s one bday text in particular that always stands out. Since 2010 (or so), I have received a “Happy Birthday!” text from the same unsaved number. I respond, “thank you!” And communication with this unsaved number ceases.
For just over 2 years, I had been in a long distance relationship. Pittsburgh to New York. New York to Portland. Portland to DC. But now, as of 36 days ago, I am in a short distance relationship!!!
It’s weird to not have to make a trip to the airport to see the love of my life for only a few days at a time. I get to see him every single day. I even get to see him multiple times throughout the work day because his office is just across the hall from mine. Not to mention I see him every night before I go to sleep, and every morning when I wake up.
The video1 above is a story about Jordan and Jessica, two people who were widowed in their 20s, who found each other and started a life together.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at my desk getting teary-eyed as I listen to their story of loss but still managing to have hope and room in their hearts to find love again. I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose the love of my life only 2 months after being married, and still find the will to move on with life. And though these people are strangers to me, I am happy for the love they found with each other and the life they are building together. I pray they grow very old together, have beautiful children, and live happily ever after.
1 Thanks to my girl Shonnerz for sending this video out 🙂
My beau and I regularly talk about the future. Though we have dating for a relatively short period of time, we openly discuss issues concerning marriage and children. Both of us want to establish our careers in the DC area, but neither of us currently live there. Problem was, shortly before we started dating I made the decision to make a pit stop in Portland, OR – the exact opposite side of the country from Beau – on my way to DC. Beau had no interest in moving out to the foreign Pacific NW, but wanted to move to the DC area, with hopes that I would make my way out there in a few years. Yeah, making our relationship one expensive frequent flyer promo.