Cup of coffee in hand, walking down the street, she says to me…
I decided I was going to tell 500 people about the authentic, extraordinary love, I wanted in my life.
So what did you do about that?
Well, I went on match, kinda. But mostly, I just told people. All sorts of people. I set out to tell 500 people, but I didn’t even make it 500 before I met him. I believed that this love was out there, and that’s part of it, believing in the love you want. Smiles. Says to me.
So now YOU go tell people! (punches me on the shoulder, she’s feisty, this one)
So…that’s what I’m doing. I’m telling you about the love I am seeking.
The love I am seeking and wont settle for less, is a love that is:
extraordinary|passionate|adventurous LOVE I am saying to you, and to everyone.
The love I am seeking is exactly aligned by, the life I am leading, my core values, my history and lineage, my certainty to say: THIS, this is it. And I think, woah, if you wanted the same love TOO, then we’d be onto something. Then this big ol thing called the world, surely, we could take it on together.
And so, as clearly as I can, here’s what I see.
You are extraordinary, passionate, and adventurous ALREADY. You are these things as much at on a Tuesday in-line at the DMV, as you are on our surf trip to Costa Rica. Who you are, is not contingent on where you are, because me and you? We’re travelers.
You have laugh lines from a life well lived, and these lines, like back roads, on a map, tell stories of adventure, of sharing bottles of wine with the locals, of loving so so hard. You celebrate the back roads, you seek them, you keep a map in the glove box, of your old worn truck, it has coffee stains, and a phone number written on it. We don’t ever need it. We always find our way home.
Your morning routine involves a super duper sesh of making out (with me, duh), and sharing what kind of day we are going to have. We linger in bed, but not too long, morning is our favorite time, so lets get after it, shall we. You make the eggs, I’ll make the coffee, you cut the mango, and I’ll eat the mango : ) Because, geez you are super sexy, with all that technique you learned from that summer in Spain. And hey, by the way, lets go back to Spain.
You dip me on the way out the door, this is our thing. And it never fails to make each of smile and fall further into love. I’ll see you again at dinner. Meet me at 7pm, right out at the break. I got here an hour ago, and have been hanging with Moose, writing in my old worn moleskin. You run right by me, smiling your big old smile, and run right in the ocean with your board.
Our beautiful old home, is built with everything that reminds us of earth and foundation, and we agree, we’ll never cover up. Brick, wood, high ceilings and so many windows. So much light. We sit side by side for dinner and stare off into the view. You made this table one weekend while I was away at a workshop, you heard me say one day, on a weekend trip up north how much I loved this table. And so when I wasn’t looking, you took a picture, and knew that you could make that for me. Because you simply never doubt, that what we need, we can do for each other.
We don’t spend every moment together. We’re both extremely independent. You love this about me, and I love this about you. It’s what keeps us together. This sense of trust, that our adventurous passionate careers could take us anywhere in the world….but our big love, always, always has us finding our way home to each other.
Your friends know you by your giant-sized easy laugh, the first person to help move, towing not just a trailer, but ample beer and pizza’s to cover the basis. The friend who has a beautiful, small circle of brothers and sisters, the types of friends who are completely family, honorary aunts and uncles to our one-day babes. Your family knows you as the glue. The one that carves the turkey. That takes the road trip. That walks into the room, and everything and everyone just feels easy. You are family, no matter where you go, people always feel like they belong around you.
It goes without saying that you and Moose are total buddies. Hikes (low grade, he’s got short little legs), sandwich sharing, little old lady charming, you and Moose are a duo. You are so gentle and sweet with dogs, babies, and the 70 plus crowd, it comes easy to you, you don’t have to try. You are the life of the party, but you also want to make sure everyone around you shines. You’ll give up your mic during an epic karaoke moment if you think someone else is ready to bust it out.
We climb different mountains, me and you. But we are always always there at the summit for one another. You are not afraid, threatened, or envious of my success: you celebrate all the strong women in your life, and you celebrate me the loudest. You’ll pull me in close in public, and plant a big ol kiss on my lips, but if were in a crowded room, you’ll see me in a few hours. We’re never looking for each other. We just know we’ll always find our way back to each other.
You value success, but not things. Everything we own is high quality, but understated. Every once in a while, we’ll blow the bank and spend a weekend in robes, mud masks, and champagne….and we’ll laugh about that while making smores in hoodies at a little cabin up north with no cell reception.
You are sexy, kind, intelligent, AND hilarious. You make one hell of a breakfast. You have tattoos. And stories, of the places you’ve traveled in this world. You are as obsessed as me with taking a perfect photo, and you have a deep appreciation for art and expression. You love your Mom. You love the neighbor down the street. You love me. And I love you.
More than I ever thought I could.
Before I said out loud what it really is I am seeking.
And told 500 people (at least)
And felt the rally and wonder of the people that love me, want to see me love someone else.
The way I want that for everyone else.
And for a long long time, I didn’t want that for myself, because it just truly felt like I didn’t need it. But if I am truly going to set out to continue to set my world on fire, I know, what a bigger fire could be. With two flames.
A dream team.
A partner in crime.
The one I love the most.
So I am putting it out there, that this is what I’d love my world to look like, and RELEASING attachment of where that is, how that is, why that is.
Oh and what’s in it for you? My dowry includes: the best dog in the world, the ability to win any board-game against anyone else, um, a blog?, snorts when I laugh, a genetic makeup of being korean-german-and french (read: VERY exotic looking : ) no asian daters though, please, a well-stamped pass-port, the ability to get lost and not freak-out, one woman dance party, two person dance extravaganza, about 10K in student loans, and the ability to eat more burritos than you.
I am ready. And so? Do you know anyone?? Because I am UP for telling 500 people. Moose will need to screen them first, of course. But he says he’s ready too.
I am ready for you.