Today is
four years to the day since I flew across an ocean of distance, full of hopes and fears, to meet with
gnarl in real space, in shared space. It's four years to the day since we translated text into touch, since we turned a dream into reality, since we turned written words into
whispers and
laughter and shouts of
delight.
We met online, in the storybook spaces of
lambda moo, and started to write a tale together. We created new words, new worlds, new adventures, and wrote hundreds of thousands of words together. We wrote our lives together. And the story rapidly turned into a
fairy tale, with a happy ending that is still unfolding day by day. (
Reader, I married him, but that was another year later, surrounded by friends on an Oregon hillside.)
But, on that first day, when I was blasted with a day of travel across continents,
we kissed in the soft green light of a Portland evening, in the shadow of rain, to the sound of roaring buses and recorded bells. And I knew then that there was no going back. I was already in love, and the thunder and lightening strikes of
love at first sight were the shocks of recognition.
Dizzy, Katyana, may you have every joy and happiness, and may you never wake up from the dream, just know that you are already wide awake and living it. May you have a long, delicious life together.