There are quite a lot of ways to go about this, but I figured this would be a good way to go.
This journal is dedicated to the love of my life, as she ages another year, and this time on the other side of the world. I figured it would be the best time to kind of describe this side of my life in a journal, and give a certain someone something to wake up to on their feed.
We met in a poetry class, and then again in international relations. It was almost serendipitous as to how I appeared, and she at the same time. A little over two years ago, now. Kinda crazy to think. Never speaking, really, until we did.
And after we really connected, much followed. In a lot of ways, she rescued me, and she’s constantly here to drive me to be the best that I can be, and achieve all that I can. Through creative passions, professional inclinations, hell, high water, calm, and all the chaos you can taste, we’ve been here for each other for what feels like a decade.
A very happy, very satisfying decade. Coffee dates, hiking, concerts, road trips, camping, movies, all kinds of stuff, and I can’t imagine even being alone while doing any of it. So much left on the docket, and it excites me to know that life is in the palm of my hand when it comes to making time.
I get someone to talk to pointless stuff about that still makes sense. Someone I get to hold hands with. Someone I find more enjoyment in being near than anything else. Being a poet only helps so far as I can describe how much she means to me. Which is further and further every day.
Nadine is the strongest thing I have ever encountered, and I am lucky to call myself hers with a tungsten ring on my right hand, and a copper one on hers.
Life isn’t always easy, however, and there’s much left of it to experience. Much more brooding, uncertain, and to be perfectly honest; utterly chaotic stuff is on the horizon, but the horizon is gentle and allows us to grow stronger before it arrives.
With this passing birthday, she’s across the world and I’m at home trying to make myself better every day so that when she comes back all the more experienced, we’ve grown together apart.
And you know, there’s so much left to the story. A lot untold already, and a lot yet to be seen, but that’s the gist of it: she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
I’m thankful to belong to such a cool person.
She’s also started up her own website, and I dare say she’s more verbose and better at this whole thing than I am. So give her journals overseas a look here: https://sonadinewrites.com.
So happy birthday, Nadine Nabass. You’re my favorite thing.
While it turns to autumn here, I’ll be thinking of you. And staring at my ring.
For those of you who are tuned in to Radio Reality City, I appreciate your looking at this journal! Not exactly regularly scheduled programming, I know, but when was the last time we had any of that? Quite a lot going on behind the scenes! I’ve said a lot here that I normally don’t verbalize on these journals.
Consume Reality! 