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 3 They Connect

So the story continues, and let me tell you it is legitimately as long as a feature length film, so we are only into part 3 here, but bear with me, the plot will now start to thicken. For those of you unfamiliar with the story to date, I encourage you to go read the first two parts before beginning this section. Part 1 and Part 2. I promise you it will be worth it.


A little while longer passed, and by chance he failed an exam in economics. At the time it seemed like a horrible misfortune, but just like the light gray clouds with the silver lining that first day back, there was a silver lining to this misfortune. One of his best friends mentioned that she was in a class with a great professor, and said he should try and get into that class.

The next day he went and audited the class in hopes of getting in. To this class he was early. He and his friend were a couple of the first people in the class, and were already sitting by the time the girl with the sweet smile walked in. Surprising to her, and the rest of class, there was a new person, and it was him. He was likewise surprised to see her walk in, happily surprised. The yearning sensation again was felt, but in his mind he was happy with who he was with, and didn’t see that changing anytime soon.


Not too much longer another perfect opportunity presented itself. He was finally early to class, so early in fact, he was the first one there. She was the next, and to her utter surprise, there he was already sitting with his snacks, quietly munching away. Then the first words were spoken, “You are here early,” she exclaimed. He happily responded, and they engaged in their first interaction ever. It was brief, but perfect. It made his day, and he hoped it had made hers too. The rest of the class continued on per usual, just this time without a disruption at the beginning of class. Aside from that, the time ended and once again they both went on their separate ways without a word. He still felt the yearning, more than ever this time. He didn’t know what it was, or why it was happening if he was in a happy relationship already. One that seemed stronger than ever, but was it really?

This was the first relationship in a long time that he really felt something for the other person, and felt alive, but he knew love, and he knew people, so he knew there was something missing. He began to notice that although him and his girlfriend were perfectly happy together, there was no special spark, nothing hinting that she could ever be someone he truly loved.

On the other hand each day when he saw the small, and ever elegant girl in his classes, there was a constant yearning. So much so that he finally decided to look her up on Facebook and add her as a friend, knowing full well that she would look at his profile and quickly realize that he was in a relationship. He thought about waiting longer, but he couldn’t seem to let her stay out of his life for any longer.

A few days later, his seemingly happy relationship came to an abrupt end, leaving everyone but him questioning what had happened. It was simple, he was too busy, and she wanted more commitment. At least that is what everyone thought, and how the story went. His reasons didn’t matter, but a day or two later he messaged her. He thought the fact that he had just ended his relationship would make this message strange, and he knew she would notice right away. Half expecting to not actually hear back from her, he sent the message anyway. To his delight she responded, and actually engaged in a conversation. Turns out they connected very well.

The next day he mentioned this exchange of messages to his good friend, and told him that he thought there really was something there. He asked if he was sure about that, having just ended a relationship, and I told him I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but I did think there was something there. A touch confused he agreed to his decision to continue talking to that wonderful girl. The yearning greater than ever.

They continued their conversations over the internet, still not speaking much in person, but he finally got the courage to ask her to do homework with him. To his dismay she was leaving for a trip to Boston. Although, she was able to do homework and hang out when she returned. When that moment arrived, it was great. Nothing physical, just purely talking and getting to know each other, with some homework thrown in. Same thing happened again a couple days later, and they really hit it off. The attraction he felt was stronger than ever but he wanted to take it slow, no major moves right away.

This was a good move, she recognized this and saw that although he just got out of a relationship, this was a good guy. They continued to talk, this time some more offline. One extremely foggy night, probably the foggiest night they could each remember, they decided to test the waters. She invited him over to her place, but made him wait a rather long time before actually deciding to meet up with him. He didn’t mind much, he was happy to be able to be with her that night. He began his trek over to her room, having already changed into his sweats, and taken out his contacts so he could hardly see in the fog. He didn’t wear his glasses because he didn’t want her to know he had them. The air was damp that night, cold but with a strange warmth. As he walked there was the soft glow of lights all around, and faint music still playing across the field with a handful of people still partying the night away. Once he crossed the street it became very quiet, no one seemed to be around, and all sounds were dampened by the fog.First Love

He got to thinking about the night, they would be sleeping, yes, but he didn’t want much more. He was looking for intimacy like a passionate kiss, and spending time getting to know her. He still wanted to take things slow and from his past relationships, saw that sex early in a relationship led to emotions that weren’t very meaningful.

Once he arrived at the street corner he had trouble finding her, not being able to read the street signs without his contacts, and the fog not making it any easier to see anyone, he waited for a good amount of time before seeing a slender, small silhouette standing in the distance, and he at last found her. They shared a quick embrace, and then carried on to her room. There they sat on her bed and talked for quite some time. He was perfectly happy to get to know her more, as that strong connection was all that he was after. As the night went on they were finally ready for bed, and they proceeded to slip off their clothes and cozy next to one another in the rather narrow bed. His hand on her arm, they laid there and went to bed, nothing physical until a few hours later he began to massage her back, his mind still racing, and despite his normal habits, was unable to sleep. He felt warm, not just because of the thick covers, but because he finally shared a strong, meaningful connection with someone. In the early morning, the sky still pitch black, she rolled over and they looked at each other, pretending to sleep. Inch by inch they crept closer, until the first tender kiss pressed ever so softly on their lips. It was like that small ember floating in the breeze inside him finally caught fire, and sparked. From one soft kiss, to a more and more passionate connection they continued on that night. She wanted sex, and he didn’t, but he did it anyway to make her happy. Perhaps the nerves held him back from what otherwise could have been fantastic, but by the end of their passion they each lay next to one another, perfectly happy, minds calm, and sleep finally approaching. The rest of the night he held her kindly in his arms, not knowing where their relationship would head now.

The next morning they grabbed breakfast together, still happy to share in one another’s company. In the next week or two they spent similar nights with one another, and hung out occasionally, all the while continuing their conversations by text.