Over 20 years ago I sat down next to this cute guy I didn’t know during what turned out to be kind of a boring class at Syracuse University. Before long we were passing the time by writing notes back and forth in his spiral notebook. If you ask ME, those notes mostly consisted of him flirting madly with me; if you ask HIM, those notes mostly consisted of me suggesting he break up with his girlfriend and run off to the mountains with me.
(I was a shy, retiring flower, even back then.)
The class ended, but the friendship endured. He moved all over the east coast; I moved to California. I got married; he came to the wedding. I moved back to New England; so did he. I had a baby; he came to my baby shower. My marriage fell apart, he took me out for Chinese food and listened while I cried and maintained a respectful distance.
We didn’t run away to the mountains together until our honeymoon, three years ago.
So I guess no one could accuse us of being particularly speedy, or even of being all that good at figuring out what we wanted. Sometimes I wish it had happened differently, sooner. Other times I’m absolutely certain it never would’ve worked, any earlier, nor would we have everything we needed from our time apart if it had happened any other way.
There’s no clear road map, when it comes to love. You just have to do the best you can, and read the signs when you see them. It has a way of leading you to the right place at the right time, you know?
It started a long time ago, a long way from here, and I wouldn’t even begin to try to predict where it will take us. But I sure am enjoying the trip.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. Here’s to finding the map of your own heart and happiness, in whatever time it takes.