grav·i·ty (grāv'ĭ-tē) n.
The natural force of attraction exerted by a body upon objects at or near its surface, tending to draw them toward the center of said body.
It is January, Twenty Ten and I am in love.
When I created this, my plan was to come here occasionally to record my thoughts and remembrances on loves in a life which are now lost. Memoirs and repercussions of love still felt though the lovers have gone. (My apologies to Dylan Thomas).
I had no idea what was about to happen.
Before now this life had contained 7 serious romantic entanglements. Of these, 3 included a certain level of... attraction... not quite... more of an overwhelming, encompassing drive to be near the person, have the person near me and to intertwine our lives to an inextricable degree. An impetus I can only describe as "Gravity". The undeniable, unstoppable force in the universe which draws objects to one another and simply cannot be denied.
Of these 3, only 2 were fully-realized. These 2 contained various levels of happiness, sadness, frustration and self-destruction. Ultimately none came to an end which justified the energy, emotion and toll they exacted upon my life, my heart and my outlook on the world in which I remain today.
Over the last month I have come to realize that I am now deeply ensconced in the third relationship which is rooted in Gravity. Only now, for the first time in this life, due to my age, my experience and the particular nuances of the object of my desire and affection, I am able to appreciate what is happening in real time.
It only seemed right to leave some mark to express what it is, what I feel, what I wish for and what I hope it becomes. Something I've failed to do in the past.
And so the story unfolds...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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