Who would have thought we'd
feel this way, finding a million things to say, knowing our dream is coming
true...so girl, come here and lay down by my side, give me the love that's in
your eyes, It'll be good just holding on tight and share in the night, so stay....
Twenty seven years ago, I broke up with her. It was done in
pretty bad taste, with no thought on how she would feel...considering that she
was running a fever when I broke the news. Little did I know that she actually
longed for me until the day we would finally meet again...
I have been in and out of relationships, treated badly, been
there done that--I have given up on finding "my prince charming come true
to life." Friends would sometimes ask, what if the next person who
comes along happens to be the right one? And I'd tell them, "What a loser,
'cos at this point in my life, I am not willing to invest ANYTHING on ANYONE
ANYMORE." That person will have to do everything and be like my beck
and call person. Ruthless, that was how I thought of myself then.
Life has its ways...it's strange and sometimes surreal-- how it
manages to bring people from opposite sides of the world to meet once again and
just pick up from where they left off the last time...
I was transported back into 7th grade, when she and I were still
together...it was like being sucked into a portal but with so much eagerness to
be pulled right into that vortex-like thing....flashbacks of her dancing to
Head Over Heels by the Go-go's, the letter with the lyrics to Ocean Deep by
Cliff Richards and Stuck on You by Lionel Richie. I know, they all seem mushy
and so outdated but they hold so dear to my heart. Our endless phone calls at
night, we could hardly remember the stuff we talked about...but we did talk for
hours on end...
Going home from school, I always dreamt of literally flying to
her house...for I knew this street in Multinational Village that led straight
to Moonwalk...I never forgot the sound of her voice or how she'd move her head
to the beat of the music...and how she'd smile while trying to hide it...small,
quirky things that I never really forgot--it probably settled somewhere deep
inside of me...
Which reminds me of a song from The Sound of Music, "Something Good"....
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood, perhaps I had a miserable youth. But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past, there must have been a moment of truth. For here you are, standing there, loving me, whether or not you should. So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.
I am just so thankful that she's back in my life and we're
together again. I have never known a person to be so full of love and kindness
and all the good stuff there is. I know no one's perfect, but with all that she
has been through and all that she is, she's close to perfection and she's for
real. And that's all that matters.
