When I first got here I was determined not to let myself get distracted by anything. I came here to work, learn as much as possible, and move on. That was my plan. Everything was going great until New Years. That was the night I met Suzanne. That was the night all my plans, and all my determination, flew out the window. I am still here to learn as much as possible and move on but, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t currently slightly distracted. I do, however, believe that it is the absolute best kind of distraction.
So, New Years Eve. I was in Halifax at my friend Evan’s house. Though we were supposed to go out that night we decided to stay in as we were still nursing our wounds from the night before. Evan’s wonderful wife Melissa was having some people over so, Evan and I decided that instead of going out we would just stay in with them and make some food as Evan had just gotten a new Molecular Gastronomy starter kit for Christmas. Amongst these friends there was a girl (they were all girls actually but there was one in particular). To be honest I had actually met her briefly the night before after Evan and I had returned from our excursion to my favorite local watering hole where we had met up with some old friends. I wasn’t exactly in fine form at that time though. Thus, I will say we met on New Years. I am not such a hopeless romantic as to say that it was love at first sight but, I will say that I was intrigued by her immediately. The first thing noticed about her was her smile. When I saw it for the first time I knew that there was something special about her as I felt the world light up instantaneously.
As the night progressed and everyone had a little holiday spirit in them we began to talk. Just little flirtations at first then actual conversation. I learned that she worked and lived in the Yukon. That she was an artist and she was from Cape Breton. As the night went on we all had noticed some balloons in a tree behind my friends yard. As I watched her and her friends duct tape a broom, a mop, a child’s hockey stick, and a coat hanger together in an attempt to free the grey and black balloons from the grasp of the tree claiming it was too romantic not to, I became smitten. I tried to tell myself that I was being foolish. In a few days I would go back to Montreal and she would head back to the Yukon but, I just couldn’t shake that feeling. At some point in the night we all started playing a game with poker chips, the rules of which I believe were to toss a chip into a hat or a pocket across the room. Though all of us are full grown adults, this went on for about an hour. Just as the game was winding down we all noticed it was just past midnight. We faked a count down. As I sat in my chair counting down to our fake New Year I couldn’t help but look at her sitting on the couch to my right and thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss her when the count down ended. I did not. I wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual or not. I did eventually, thanks to a well placed poker chip, get that kiss.
That night we stayed up all night talking. By morning we had resigned ourselves to the fact that we would probably never see each other again and that we should just enjoy the time we had together. We spent the morning in each others arms on Evan and Melissa’s couch watching kids movies and being thankful that we at least had what little time we had. Later that day I went to my sisters house. I had been planning on taking the bus but, she insisted on driving me. I was thrilled! After some hard goodbyes to Evan and Melissa we were on our way. By the time we got to my sisters house I was infatuated. I said nothing. I knew that we were both going our separate ways and it was best not to cause any unnecessary heartache. I left her with a kiss knowing deep down that I would never see her again no matter how badly I wanted to.
We had exchanged numbers as we had decided to be friends as we both felt that the other was some how special. The day after she dropped me off I headed out to my dads. She and I texted back and forth and talked late into the night. A few days later she told me that she wanted to see me one last time before I left. I was elated! Unfortunately, our plans were deterred by a dead car battery. My father, seeing how unhappy I was at missing the opportunity to see her again offered to take us to the beach. Actually, I asked dad to take me to the beach as I wanted a jar of Atlantic ocean water to take back with me. He offered to pick her up and take her with us. Again, I was elated. We spent a few hours wandering around Point Pleasant Park in Halifax and then got back in my dad’s truck drove to where she was staying and said our final goodbyes. The next day I returned to Montreal heavyhearted.
After countless texts, late night phone calls, and her traveling to Boston, she was here. Yeah, I know, it seems like I skipped over a lot, it’s all just conversation and both of us admitting to each other that we needed to see each other again. So, now, she is here. She is not staying forever. Only another week. She has already been here for one. She, like me, has plans. I don’t want to get in the way of hers and she doesn’t want to get in the way of mine. My plans however, are to travel and learn. The great thing about that is it means I can go anywhere. I’m not saying that I am going to follow her around the world or anything but it means that my options are open.
For right now, I am madly in love. I have left a lot out but I will say that she is perfect for me in every way. Yes, I know, we haven’t known each other that long, but there is something. There is something that I cannot put into words, a feeling I get when I look into her eyes. Or when I feel her lips on mine. A feeling stronger and more powerful than anything I have ever felt. It is a feeling that makes me feel like I could take on a whole army if it meant that she would be safe. A feeling that I would do anything for her, anything to make sure that she has every reason to smile and no reason not to. It’s a feeling that makes me run home from work everyday because I know that she is here and I get to see her. A feeling that makes everything that is bad in the world not matter.
I don’t know what the future holds for me or for us. What I do know is that I am in love. I am happy beyond happiness. For right now that is all that matters. I don’t have all the answers. Right now I don’t even have all the questions. What I do have, is her.
As I sit her writing this, watching her draw a very realistic picture of one of my pots on a piece of paper taped to my wall, a quizzical look on her face as she puzzles out the mysteries of the light and shadows, supper cooking on the stove, there is nowhere in the world I would rather be. Though these two weeks maybe be short, and we have only known each other a short time, I know that this girl is not some girl. I know that this girl is special in every way. I am in love.
Until next time.
P.S. Little odd bit of info. Our birthdays are on the same day three years apart. I have never met anyone with the same birthday as me. Also, Melissa and Evan, thank you! You know what you did.