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Do You Remember?

Michael Jackson famously asked in one of his songs do you remember? I wonder do you remember the night we first met? It was the end of the year office party and it was crowded as usual. Everyone looked forward to the year-end party, it was the perfect excuse to let off a little steam after another year of 12-hour workdays and never-ending deadlines. Plus, the year-end party was when the company usually announced what our bonuses were going to be and this being a good year financially all our spirits were high with anticipation that our bonuses would be as well. All around the room the usual party small talk, office gossip, laughing and smiling was going on and in a corner with several others there you were.

I knew who you were, I had seen you around, but I didn’t know you. I had been taken with your beauty for a while now. But it wasn’t just your beauty that drew me to you, your reputation as being one of the brightest of the bright and a fighter who was unafraid to think big and push the company to do the same was sexy as hell to me. What was a little confusing tough was just how modest you appeared to be. I mean let’s be real beautiful people know they’re beautiful. smart people know they’re smart and you’re both, but it really did seem like didn’t know it

You couldn’t have been more than twenty feet away from me, but it may as well have been twenty miles. I’ll admit it, despite appearing to be modest you kind of intimidated me. Then you looked across the room right at me and I could swear you smiled, not a huge smile just a quick little one as if you meant only for me to notice it. As the night went on I couldn’t get that little smile out of my head. I looked around the room and found you, surprising all alone, here’s my chance I thought. I summoned all my courage and headed over to introduce myself to you. Be cool, be confident, be self-assured I said to myself. I’m no slouch I’m a pretty good catch myself, you couldn’t just brush me off. Could you? So, it was with an air of confidence that I approached you, but let’s be real that was just on the outside on the inside I was shaking like a child on their first day of preschool after saying goodbye to their mother. The walk over to you seemed to take forever but as I got near you suddenly turned in my direction and there it was again, the little smile from earlier that evening. Before I could say a word, you said hello and our eyes met. That first look into your eyes settled my nerves, it was like I had known you all my life.

We spend the rest of the evening talking and laughing and every so often you would look directly in my eyes and flash that little smile and I knew for sure now that little smile was meant only for me. My whole life I had been looking for someone like you, someone who I would know immediately was my soulmate and that evening I found that person in you.

My Success? My Success is You

I looked up from my laptop across the living room at you, your head buried in your laptop. Once again, we were together physically in the same room but mentally and emotionally we may as well have been on different continents. What happened to us? Once our passion was so strong all we could do was think about each other. Lately tough we were simply going through the motions.

We had become more committed to our work than we were too each other. In the chase for professional and monetary success we forgot that feeling we had when all we had was each other. The anticipation of seeing each other’s smile. The warmth of being in each other presence. The safety of being in each other’s embrace and the feel of our lips pressed against each other’s.  We had convinced ourselves that our happiness could be found in a number and that through hard work we would achieve that number and have everything we wanted in life. Everything that was except what truly made us happy, we forgot about each other.

So, at that moment I put down my work and walked across the living room and pushed your laptop aside. Before you could protest I pulled you close and kissed you like I hadn’t kissed you in a long time. Every bit of passion I had kept hidden from you over the years. Every time I had wanted to tell you how much I loved you but didn’t because I was too busy was all in that single kiss. A single kiss that joined two souls that once were inseparable back together.

You looked at me, a bit confused, and then asked where did that come from? But before I could respond you placed a finger on my lips to quiet me and said you don’t need to say it your kiss already did and yes, I missed us too.

From that day on we have never took each other for granted. We have never let work or the pursuit of money come between us. Sure, we still strived for professional success, but we made sure to keep that chase in perspective. Because after all my love for you is the biggest success of my life.

The Keys To My Heart

I’ve been hurt. But I must admit when I met you I was captivated by both your beauty and your mind. Even so I was afraid to give my heart to someone again and you told me you understood my trepidation. But you also said I shouldn’t give up on love and that you would be there for me when I was ready to try again. It was scary but I knew deep down that you were one I couldn’t let get away so I took a chance and gave you my heart and every day since then you’ve shown me that I made the right decision

I love the way we talk
I love the way we listen to each other
I love that we never judge one another
I love that when we disagree we still respect each other
I love how for no reason at all we’ll complement each other
I love how when one of us is down the other one carries the load no questions asked
I love how committed we are to each other
I love how we work together to get through our rough patches

Most importantly I love you. I’ve given you the keys to my heart and I’m lucky I didn’t give up on love or else we would never have been, and my heart would never have known what true love really was.

Asking do you Remember? With an assistance from MJ

Do YOU REMEMBER THE TIME you came into my life and stole my heart LIKE A SMOOTH CRIMINAL? I smiled and asked your name. You smiled back and said DIRTY DIANA. Well, well that’s a bit unusual I thought but so were you. There was no doubt that you were OFF THE WALL and knew I CAN’t LET HER GET AWAY. So, despite my heart beating a mile a minute I played it cool. I’ve seen you around Dirty Diana and I have to say you are a PRETTY YOUNG THING but I suspect you just might be DANGEROUS. You laughed and said I can be when I want to, but that just ANOTHER PART OF ME. Most of the time I’m really quite harmless. Than you said I’ve seen you around too your name’s BEN right and I know YOU ARE NOT ALONE. What’s her name? BILLIE JEAN right. She’s the one who ROCK WITH YOU? Her? No, she’s old news SHE’S OUT OF MY LIFE now. Then I took a leap of faith and put it all out there. Look I’m not going play games with you it’s as easy as ABC it’s THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL I just want to SCREAM that SHE’S DRIVES ME WILD. You blushed and said so you WANNA BE STARTING SOMETHING with me huh? I CAN’T HELP IT I REPLIED you are BAD. Well you said I just might feel the same way. Then you hesitated for a second before looking at me and saying who am I kidding take my hand CAN YOU FEEL IT I’m trembling. THIS IS IT I thought THE GIRL IS MINE. So, right there and without hesitation I said GIRL DON’T TAKE YOUR LOVE FROM ME and to this day you haven’t.

Thank You For Walking Away

As I look back now I guess I owe you an apology. An apology for being so mad when you turned and walked away from us. What I really should have been was thankful.

Confused? Don’t be, it simple really.

You see I committed my heart to you, assumed you really meant it when you said you loved me, and that we would always be together. That day you left I can’t lie it hurt, hurt like hell. Would I be wrong to say you never really loved me? Maybe, I don’t know, I guess in your own way you thought you did. But the truth for me is that I would have been cheating myself if I had settled for you.

Why?

Well it’s been some time since that day you walked away, and I have had time to reflect and heal and out of that came this realization; I’m a catch. Now maybe you couldn’t see it but trust me when I tell you others do.

You see I recognize now that I’m not that perfect man you were looking for, if he even exists. But what I am is a man who will always be there for the one I love.  A man who will always respect and treat my woman like a queen and the woman that I have committed my heart to now appreciates that and loves me for who I am. She is accepting of me for me, imperfections and all, just as I am of her. We do this because we realize that a relationship is seldom two perfect people finding each other, it’s two imperfect people finding each other and are willing to work together to make each other better. I suspect one day you’ll find someone new and fool them until you can’t. But I wish you only happiness, like everyone you deserve to be happy. Sadly, though I suspect you’ll never find that happiness until you learn what true love is, hopefully one day you will. In the meantime good luck and thank you again for walking away.

THAT WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW

It’s in the mornings when I can still feel you lying next to me, I reach out to pull you closer, because when you were in my arms nothing else mattered. But mornings are nothing more than a dream now and you’re not here and you don’t love me anymore.

You looked right in my eyes and told me you loved me, that you wanted to grow old with me. I trusted you with my heart and you broke it. You made me bitter and unwilling to open my heart to anyone for fear of getting hurt again.

My friends, family and co-workers would tell me to move on. Get back out there they would say. It could be worst you could be (fill in the blank) they would say.  I knew all of this and I certainly didn’t wake up every day and decide today is yet another day to be miserable. I wanted to be the happy person they knew again. But I was hurting and trying to find my way back home, but for some of us the road is longer than the rest.

As I traveled the road back I tried to put on a brave face I would tell the world there are plenty of fish in the sea, I’m better off without you, this is for the best I’ll find someone who truly loves me. But I didn’t believe it you were my fish and I wanted you back. The hardest part of it all is that I believed you truly loved me and deep down, the thing I didn’t want to admit, I still wanted to believe that you did.

I would walk down the street mesmerized by couples holding hands, I could only think about your hand in mine and each time I thought it I broke inside a little bit more. I started to notice the people in restaurants eating alone, sitting on the park benches by themselves and even if they weren’t, and they probably weren’t, I thought they were depressed and lonely and then I thought my goodness that’s me. When I would get home, I would sit down and start crying, all the emotion that I had buried all day, all the questions I had rushing in. How could you go from asking me to promise I would never leave you to leaving me in a matter of days? Why were you so unwilling to try and work it out? How did we go from planning a life together to nothing in a blink of an eye? What’s wrong with me, other couples have problems greater than ours were yet they find a way to work it out, but you just walked away from me. Why?

BUT ALL THAT WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW

I traveled the long road of despair, depression, self-doubts, and bitterness and with the help of family, friends, and co-workers I reemerged the person I was before you but somehow better.  The journey was difficult, oh was it difficult, but it was worth it. I realized that sometimes you must look despair squarely in the eye so that you can find yourself. Now I understand the truth and that is while you made me happy you were not the key to my happiness.  I realized that while I was looking for love it was always all around me from my family, friends, and co-workers but most importantly with-in myself. Gone was my fear of falling in love again because I may get hurt and in its place was the resolve to find the person with intellect, beauty, and the heart to love me as much as I love her. The woman to grow old with.

Today I no longer wonder what’s wrong with me but understand that many relationships come to an end not because of one person but because both parties have simply outgrown it, even if one person doesn’t realize it at the time. When it ends I’ll take each relationship as a lesson and embrace the imprint it leaves on me, because it is a part of me. I will take the good in each and cherish it and the bad in each and discard it. Not so easy to do, trust me I know, but with the help of family, friends, and co-workers I have found the strength to do it.

Strong Enough To Remember You Now

Days weeks months, that’s how long I told the world I didn’t even think about you anymore. But that was a lie and whenever I let my guard down you were there in my memories. Reminding me of the time we walked down that street, ate at that restaurant, listened to that song, or saw that movie. I would do my best to push you out, but I couldn’t, the memory of us and what we were was too strong and it hurt, it hurt a lot.

There have been others since you, they’ve come and gone, none lasted for very long. I would asked myself why? Was I subconsciously compared them to you? Was I being too protective of my heart? Was I building a wall around it, so no one could ever walk away from and break it again? The truth is I was doing all those things and more

But time has a funny way of healing you. For me it was a daily grind and I came to realize that trying to forget someone you loved as much as I loved you is… well it’s impossible. But I got a little stronger each day and slowly I began to remember who I was before you and I started picked up the pieces. Slowly and meticulously I put them back together. The scar where you once resided in my heart still a vivid reminder of us. But not a symbol of pain anymore.

Today I’m strong enough to remember the good and bad and the love we shared. The thought of you is no longer painful, no longer an obstacle to my moving forward. Now when I remember what we once had it brings a smile to my face.   I guess that is because deep down there will always be that special place that you occupy in my heart and I’m okay with that because I’m strong enough to remember you now.

Not Just A Door

It was a long workday followed by an unusually brutal commute. Exhausted I stood in front of my door and suddenly I was overcome with a sense of happiness. Happy to be home? No, that’s not it. Sure this day was rough but no more than hundreds of days before it. So, what was it? I know, it was because on the other side of the door she was there. Ever since she’s been on the other side of the door it wasn’t just a door, it’s the door to a home, a door I looked forward to opening all day. An ordinary door she had transformed into a door to my heart. It was with that realization I turned the key and opened the door and there she stood and I knew I was home.

Conversation With My Heart

You do know that the road back is always longer.

I know what you’re thinking.

That I’ve been hurt one time to many.

I know you have questions

Why risk it again?
Why believe in love again?

I know you wonder

Do I have anything left of myself to give or is it that I’m just too afraid to give again.

I know the fear is real

I don’t want to be hurt again.
I don’t want to lose it all again.

I know every one of those questions and concerns are valid, but unfortunately in love it’s never easy and the road back is always longer. But if you still believe in love, and love is the most powerful emotion in the universe, no matter how long the road is you’re going to have travel it again.

Now I’ve got just one question for you. Since I am pretty sure that you already know behind that wall you’re hiding how you feel about them, is it worth traveling down that road and putting yourself on the line one more time?Picture1

 

Sunday Morning, Coffee and Her

She, beautiful as always, was sipping her coffee and reading the Sunday Times.  The actual paper mind you because is there any other way to really read the Sunday Times? While I was sipping my coffee and looking at the highlights of last night’s basketball games on the iPad.  One choice in media might differ but one thing is the same, our love for coffee.  But Sunday morning coffee, there’s something different about Sunday morning coffee. Its aroma fills the early morning air gently awaking your senses as it eases you into a day where your only responsibilities are to laze around and try to conquer the New York Times crossword puzzle.

But you know what’s the best thing about Sunday morning coffee? It’s sipping on it while I sneak a peek at her, the one I love sitting across from me sipping on her coffee.  She may appear to be in her own world behind the pages of the Times but every now and then she sneaks a peek too. Glancing over the pages of the paper she tilts her head slightly to the left and flash me that little smile that says I’m right here and yes, I love you too.

So, the next time you’re sipping your Sunday morning coffee and they’re sitting across from you take a minute to savor it. Because Sunday morning coffee is always better when you share it with someone you love.image