In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged!

I must keep reminding myself of this quote! I go through my daily routines and there it is…this quote, hanging overhead, dripping down on me like a slow, steady rain. Seeping into my thoughts and trying to remind myself……distance….can….be….bridged!

My alarm goes off in the morning. I lean to my left and hit snooze and then turn to my right. That side of my bed is empty. I am awake now…..but it can be bridged!

I take a shower and drape myself in a towel and walk into my room with faint bits of water still soaking on my skin. I turn my back and no one is there to help me dry off….but it can be bridged!

I make my coffee in the morning and fill the pot a bit too much. There will be no second cup to make….but it can be bridged!

I head to work and walk solo down the Boston city streets. The sun is breaking through the sky and I squint my eyes as I walk to my office, coffee in hand…..in the cup he gave me….and it can be bridged.

I get through my work day and trudge home, tired and full stories from the office. We will speak tonight. Every night. Always. And there is the distance……it can be bridged.

We see eachother monthly….sometimes more than that. We speak daily…..all day…..every day. Pictures. Emails. Phone calls. We bridge.

He is there.

I am here.

It is lonely at times. I can’t lie about that.

But there is a fine line that binds us. A small transparent string that I know is there. It connects me to him and therein lays our bridge.

And in the end we will find eachother in the same place at the same time….across the span….and on the other side…..and it will be eachother we are holding on to with the bridge behind us!

It will be bridged!

Funny…I always somehow managed to find my car keys when I looked for them but….

When I misplaced my car keys and went on a house hunting turn-my-life upside-down frenzy, I always managed to find them. When I was looking for love, my life was turned upside down but I always turned up empty.

I can look through me and find a series of stale romances. I can see instances when the love was not there but the comfort was. I can find a series of “stayed long past the expiration date” relationships which had soured on the shelf and yet I refused to throw them away.

It’s funny, this life we lead, when matters of the heart are concerned. In most cases we allow the reality to be clouded and we don’t listen to the deep recesses of our minds. We stay because we don’t know any different or perhaps out of fear of loneliness.

It’s hard to pinpoint the reasons when you are actually living them but hindsight is 20/20 and suddenly the answers appear.

I do know that I have listened to pep talk after pep talk and advice (both solicited and unsolicited) and yet still made the same, for lack of a better term, mistakes.

So I gave up and moved on. I found solace and comfort in the relationships in my life that were tried and true – my friendships. I took dating out of the mix and was resigned to nights alone in bed with my kitty and a full social calendar of fun and friends.

And then the strangest thing happened…I met someone.

Of course, as the age old adage goes, it happened when I least expected it and when I wasn’t looking.

I could wax poetic about how amazing this person is – the man who holds my attention, the man who makes me smile, but I won’t (well…at least not today.)

I will say this – he is perfect. Not “perfect” in the sense that I will shove a big mouthful of “this is what the perfect man is like” hooey down anyone’s throat. By “perfect’, I mean perfect for ME. Our similarities and personalities mesh and where we are different, we somehow manage to compliment eachother.

I can only say what is true – I have actually fallen in love. When we speak, I get lost in his words, his eyes, his voice. He makes me laugh and he makes me think and he brings a sense of calm to my life! I look at him and know that this is the person who I want to hold hands with, down a tree-lined path, when I am old and gray and my gait has slowed.

I suppose I had a catchers mitt on one day and managed to reel in one of life’s little curve balls. But I’m happy to be back in this game. I am going for 7 full innings, a bit of overtime and then retiring with the pitcher who tossed me this ball!