Simply Love—Thoughts of simplifying your current love story to your younger, puppy-love self2/6/2017 Forget about the mature adult relationships you may have had for just a moment. You know the ones: The perfectly planned out Valentine’s Day gifts—with greeting cards and expensive chocolates, perhaps even a tiny box of jewelry that was meticulously gift wrapped. You know those relationships where you talk about feelings and futures, make promises, commitments, investments and share responsibilities; before there were foot and backrubs, dinners to be made, date nights, in-laws, kids and noticeable idiosyncrasies.
Go back as far as you can and remember a simple time when you were younger. Maybe it was a first crush or puppy love. Perhaps it was a young love or first kiss that sent shockwaves through your entire body. In third grade, a boy named *Doug moved to our school. He was a fraternal twin. Doug was a sweet, soft spoken, but silently strong type of boy. I could tell he’d been through a lot, as I was also quiet and observant, inquisitive and insightful at a young age. *{I’ve changed the names of the people in this reflection of my first love /puppy love, sheer bliss, or whatever you want to call it; of simple times and of pure feeling of thoughtfulness and friendship.} Dear Diary, Today, Doug smiled at me and said ‘good job’ when we played capture the flag in gym.
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I’ve recently been on a cranberry kick. Thanksgiving brought my mom’s savory traditional meal with all of the fixings and of course the main event, turkey; and all the leftover turkey sandwiches my little heart desired. The signature and classic combination for me is always turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce. I love everything else like the green beans, carrots, butternut squash, etc., but that classic combination is what I look forward to the most. There are always two types of cranberry sauce; the jellied and the whole berries.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine ended up in the hospital. I went to visit him at one of the popular Boston hospitals, and I asked my fiancé, Jason, to accompany me. My sister, Holly, also came with us. I have been in somewhat of a ‘Nervous-Nelly’ funk with anything associated with Boston, including driving and visiting. I have too many memories and associations of Boston what I wish to keep in my past. I have avoided any and all situations of being in the city for nearly 3 years. So far, I was successful.
However, I am absolutely aware of how absurd and debilitating this has been for me in a social sense. I have been thinking and decided to make the slow and steady change to step out of my comfort zone, (baby steps of course): that cushiony, safe, and controlled environment that I worked so hard to maintain. |
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