A Word: Love, miraculously described in text Part 2

Some say when the mind connects with the heart there is no greater love on this earth. My soul began to connect the two and what no one had ever been able to tell before, was something I realized. The stuff of legends, that people dream of but never seek and achieve. As this completed I neared the top, the summit that I had strove for, for so long to reach. The light on the other side exploded in a blinding power. Everything seemed to slow, my breathe began to wain, my heart slowed, and my eyes fluttered to darkness. I stood not knowing where I was and began to fall back, floating down, gently. My lungs took in no more air, my heart would beat no longer, and the black clouds engulfed me. When my eyes fluttered open I was in an other worldly place. The lady of the mountain was face to face with me, floating in this dream state. Her soft voice, spoke the words, “I love you”. Torn and bleeding from the climb I returned the words, with no sense of tarnish, no ill. Again, everything went black and I crashed back into the mountain, but black it never would remain. 

Some say I was the man of legends that bound with the woman of the mountain to become one. I was the one who found the secret to the grand essential to happiness in this life, but it came with my death. The myth of my death some believe, but that is not true love unless it is apparent that I still live on. The greatest happiness ever was found and still exists to this day. The reason, all those who embark on the same climb will find. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies, and now it is a single soul, a single love, and a single happiness that was once two bodies, now composed of one mountain, together in the revels of the climb. The climb, is what I hope for

My Hollywood Relationship: Part 4 True Happiness

The saga continues tonight, as I lay down the fourth installment to this wonderful relationship. For all of you that are following, let me just give you a little prelude, this is when everything starts to get happy. Hang on to your shorts though, the happiness is only beginning, and we all know that there will reach a climax when everything falls apart. Until then, let us just bask in the happiness. Part 1, 2, 3, 3.2 are linked. Enjoy.

 

She picked him up from the airport, making him very happy, and they shared a long hug and a kiss when they got back to campus, despite her not wanting to show a significant amount of public affection. They had one more month before they would be separated for one month, and they had to make it truly count. He set off to make her truly happy, and after getting to know her, he knew what he could do, and knew that it would work, or so he hoped.

In her dorm room, there hung many brightly colored sticky notes, filled with quotes. Some inspirational, others thought provoking, and even others full of memories. He knew that each quote had a significance in her life, past, present, and future. Each day any one of those quotes could be the one little, stunningly bright, square reminder to keep pushing forward.

It wasn’t just quotes that made her the most happy, and inspired. It was the beautiful art of music as well, the melody, the lyrics, the rhythm, and the tone. It all resonated closely to her inner self. Because of that he knew that music was something that could really reach inside her and make her happy, from the core. Picking which songs though, would be a great task, it not only had to be something shared between the two of them, but something sincerely meaningful, in language and artful experience.

His first step was to set out to the one store he knew that would have the most meaningful gifts, complete with well thought out quotes, and something that could really tug on her heart strings. He stepped softly into the store, lit mostly by the natural light from outside. His first thought was to go to the cards, to find a card that really said everything he ever wanted to say to her, summed up in one quote. As he searched, turning the wheel around and around, reading each carefully and taking a moment to think how each applied to the moments and the affection they shared, he couldn’t choose just one. Simplicity in this instant was not something that was going to work well, it needed to be more meaningful, something that could last longer and really be cherished for some time to come. After an unsuccessful period figuring it all out, he came across an unsuspecting, pastel yellow book, small, but with a hard cover and a texture that felt unique, and memorable. In simple lettering on the cover, the words Happily Grateful were written. It seemed so simple, a full book of happy and grateful quotes, it was perfect. He read through the whole book a couple times just to make sure this was the one. It showed the exact feelings that he wanted to get across to her. Each day is meaningful, you should be grateful for each and everyday, happiness is not something that happens every once in awhile, it is something that happens constantly, you just need to know where to look to find it. He didn’t want to just let the book stand alone. There needed to be a touch all his own, and he had exactly that.CD Gift

The next week he spent keeping track of all of his favorite quotes, and the ones that related most to his feelings for her, and true happiness. After that week long spent figuring out the exact quotes he wanted to share with her, he decided the perfect ones and wrote them inside the cover. It may not have seemed like much, but to him that was the best way he knew to truly show how much he cared, and how devoted he was to making her happy, not just in the present, but forever into the future. After the quotes though, it was on to the CD. That he also spent a week putting together the exact number of tracks that would show a piece of him, how he felt about her, and some songs that were dear to her. At the end of the day, when the present was complete , it wasn’t the most amazing thing in the world. To anyone outside of the couple it would have seemed dull and not necessarily worth while. He hoped when she took the time to read through it and listen, it would mean more than any expensive, flashy present ever could. He wrote a little note to go with it and called it good, now just had to wait for the right moment to give it to her.

A couple days later she came over to his room, and as they sat by his bed, he pulled out the present and gave it to her, telling her that when she said she hadn’t been truly happy in such a long time, he set out to change that, and through this gift really hoped it would. In the little time that they had spent together at that point, he could feel such a strong emotional connection to her. It was different than anyone else he had ever been with, and he just wanted to be able to make her feel as happy as she made him feel.

They sat and talked for a little while longer, and she read through the book, smiled sweetly and gave him a hug and a kiss. Nothing felt better in his 19 years than that connection in that moment. Each moment after that would forever be better than each year prior. It was just special, and it felt right. Her small frame pressed against his, felt familiar even given the short time they had known each other. Which was incredible, never once had he felt that he was so connected and so familiar with a person, in such a short amount of time. After knowing her for just a month or two, laying next to her, looking deep into her eyes, it felt like they had known each other intimately for years. He couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Shortly after, they parted ways, and continued on with the rest of the semester gearing up to go back home. It was bitter sweet, in that moment they truly felt like a couple, even though they said they weren’t looking for a relationship, it just happened, and felt to be guided by fate, but soon they would be separated for a month. The true first test of this international relationship.