Catching Up

J,

I worry. It’s what I do best, you and I both know this. And, I’m really worried that we are going to forget all of these amazing memories we’re making together. I want this blog to serve as documentation of our story, our ridiculous, grossly cute story.

I’m starting this already 5 months in and a lot has happened already. I’m going to try to get caught up here but I’m sure I’ll miss some stuff. You know how forgetful I can be. I’ll probably edit this post a million times as I remember everything.

This story begins like a lot, if not most, in our generation do, online. A message on a dating site. I’m sure you never thought that message would lead to all of this. That message led to texts, the texts led to voice chats, the voice chats led to video chats, and the video chats led to dates. Even though it took me 30 minutes just to say “hello” to you over voice chat that first time, I’d say it was worth the wait. You were always so patient with my shyness. You’re one of the most understanding and kind people I know.

Our first date is probably one of the things I remember most vividly. I remember being so nervous all day and panicking because I couldn’t find the perfect dress to wear. Eventually I found it, in the last place I was going to look for it. Talking all day, I only kept getting more nervous. It felt like a big moment. Walking through the mall, my knees were shaking. I swear I could have thrown up. And then, peeking around the corner of the hall, you spotted me. I walked up to you and so it all began. We talked through the nerves and then there was that hug. The one that took both of our breath away. That hug led to a kiss with your arm wrapped around me. Dinner couldn’t pry us apart. We sat on the same side of the table outside the restaurant, nuzzled together before heading over to see The Nun since we both love horror movies. Let’s be honest though, we hardly watched that movie. We were too busy kissing up a storm, haha. I didn’t want to let you go home that night and I still never want to leave your side. In your arms is where I’m meant to be.

Okay, the big boy is out of the way and now it’s time to cover ALL THE REST. There’s so many to cover, it’s hard to know where to start. We have eaten all over town, breakfast places for days and grand openings like Storm Crow Manor. We even have our own middle of nowhere spot, Tatlows, with Mama Tat judging us on our eggs benedict choices. Everything from Mexican to burgers, Brazilian to Japanese. We have flown to Niagara-on-the-Lake for wine tours and lunch (where I almost threw up from motion sickness), we went antiquing up north, we explored your hometown and also Casa Loma, Kensington Market, and St. Lawrence Market. I made a fool of myself on DDR at the Rec Room but it was still a blast. We went to the Aurora Festival at Ontario Place and rode the ferris wheel cuddled up together. Then, the next weekend we went to the Distillery District for the Christmas Market and we got giggly over some cider at the Mill Street Brewery. We had many days in the “cave” as your kitchen renovations were happening and, honestly, they were the best. I could cuddle with you forever. This past Saturday we did Hibachi followed by a Marlies game and then last second decided to make it a hockey double header by going to a Leafs/Bruins game before heading home for cuddles (Marlies lost, Bruins won and I need to find a better hibachi place to take you). I know I’m missing a ton but there’s just so much!

We have spoken everyday since that first message. We keep finding ways that we connect, things we have in common. We laugh like crazy, sometimes until my drink comes out of my nose or I can’t breath or I literally fall on the ground. We spend hour long car rides with the radio turned off so that we can talk. We share our secrets and dreams as well as our fears. I never imagined I would feel close enough to someone to reveal so much about myself. You know me better than anyone and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Our story isn’t a fairy tale but it’s ours and I love it. Almost as much as I love you.

Love, Your best friend, C.

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more. — Franz Kafka