For all of the drama and the hullabaloo, I must say, it’s worth it. Love I mean. Feeling the joy and the happiness that comes along with loving someone. I’ve said it before and I'll say it again. Any story that’s worth being told usually has something to do with love. Love of Country, love between a parent and a child, that all-consuming love between a man and a woman. It really can be an amazing thing.
I played matchmaker today and set up two folks who really hit it off (Like, duh, I knew they would) and to watch them watch each other was truly a privilege. I would see him sneaking glances at her, or her peering over her tea glass at him with a genuine smile. It was heartwarming.
Those of us who have been in relationships for a long time (10 year club – what-what) can forget that. How amazing it was when we found each other. The excitement we felt when we knew we would get to see each other. Myron and I were both coming out of relationships where we lived with the person so were both living at home when we met. We used to get a hotel, just to be able to sleep together. And I don’t mean have booty (though, yeah, we did that too!) I mean, just to be near each other.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Christy Trujillo, the happily incurable romantic. <3>