Too Busy Being in Love?

Isn't it funny how love takes the back burner sometimes to life? Even though we'd rather have love. I haven't written for a couple of days because life just got in the way. I'd like to say I was too busy being in love to write, but that wasn't necessarily the case. Well, maybe a little bit of it, but I wouldn't call it love.

Saturday night I had a date with a very old friend. Okay, yes. A boyfriend. We've seen each other about two times over the course of 12 years - but never talked to each other, just bumped into each other kind of stuff. So, we got back into contact through a mutual friend and agreed it would be nice to catch up.

I thought it would be awkward after not really seeing each other since we broke up back in high school, but it wasn't. It was nice to see him. We joked around like we'd never stopped. Caught up on what each of us had been doing for the past 12 years, watched movies, he made me a really awful grilled cheese sandwich, and then I asked him to play the piano for me - for old times sake.

He agreed although he doesn't play very much anymore. The selections were Elton John hits from a song book on his piano. It felt right sitting there at that moment listening to him play "Your Song." Then he switched keys, literally. He began to play from memory. I recognized the song right away. "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion. I felt a little ashamed that I no longer knew my part from the popular 1997 song. We used to play that as a duet almost every day when we were dating. I wasn't nearly as good as he was at playing the piano, but it somehow brought us together. It was sweet - then and now.

I just closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I remembered our relationship, the fun we had (we laughed ALL the time), the things we shared, the controversy of us being a couple, the letters we wrote while he was at Basic Training, and I found myself wishing it hadn't ended. He was sweet, smart, funny, talented, handsome, and he seemed to really love me. I could tell by the way he looked at me.

I couldn't necessarily see that same look now, but we guard ourselves much better the older we get. I don't know or anticipate it going anywhere, especially since he's going out of the country for a year in May. I'm looking forward to writing letters to him again. It's funny; we both still have the letters we sent to each other when he was in Basic.

I believe I will be seeing him again - and hopefully it won't take another 12 years.

SONG OF THE DAY: "I Was Too Busy Being In Love" by Doug Stone
So, I didn't write because I was too busy being in love, but I was just busy remembering how love felt at a moment in my life. The words of that song are quite true. I seem to only write about love that has been lost. I've written a lot and it isn't until now that I document the heartache, the regret - but forget to illustrate the love and happiness. Does anyone else do that? There was only one time in my life that I wrote what I felt and let the man I wrote it about read it. We were both artistic people and thought he'd appreciate it. To this day, I'm not sure he did and it makes me sad to think I wasted that on him - but when I go back and read what I wrote, I'm glad I did. I also wrote a lot after that break-up as well. The next time I fall in love, I'll try to remember to write it down.