It Isn't Like That

Ingrid and I are going away for our 10th anniversary. (No, we're not going to the French Laundry -- we decided on the Madonna Inn, where we had our fifth anniversary, and where we got engaged.) I won't be back on the blog until Tuesday.

While I'm gone, I wanted to leave you with this. I wrote this piece about ten days after my first date with Ingrid... and I'm astonished at how true it still is, ten years later. I still can't get over how lucky I am.

It Isn't Like That
by Greta Christina

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun..."
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130

She is not the sun and the moon and the stars, and she is definitely not my sole reason for living. I wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night for many reasons, of which her existence is only one. She is not all I can think about; I spend time thinking about work, and friends, and what to have for dinner, without too terribly much trouble. I don't feel the earth move or the sky fall, although I do feel a bit like I've been conked on the head by a giant vaudeville rubber mallet. I can talk to other people when she's around, and I can keep my hands off her if I have to. I don't feel that every minute spent without her is wasted, and there is at least some sunshine when she's gone. I do not believe we were destined to meet, or that my life would be empty, or hollow, or even incomplete, without her. And her eyes, while large and lovely and the color of the ocean on a dark day, are, in fact, nothing like the sun, except in that they are big and round and bright. It isn't like that.

It's just that I grin and giggle and blush when I think of her, and sulk when she's far away. It's just that I feel a cold terrified rage at the thought that anyone, myself included, might hurt her. It's just that I feel brave when I'm with her; not brave enough to slay dragons, but brave enough to feel what I feel and say what's on my mind, which for me is plenty brave. It's just that she knows what I mean, and I know what she means; not always, not as if we were soul-sisters or psychically linked, but enough, and much more than enough. It's just that so many of the things that are good about her are things that are good about myself, things I would be happy to have grow stronger from being in her presence. It's just that there isn't anyone else, not even gorgeous movie stars, that I'd rather have in my bed. It's just that a part of me that is hard and cool and distant, a part I rely on but don't much care for, turns into oatmeal when I think about her. It's just that I feel that my life is not entirely in my own hands, and, rather uncharacteristically, am not feeling that this is a problem. It's just that she's smart and funny and sane and thoughtful and cheerful and playful and good and sexy and beautiful, and it feels like a miracle -- not a huge miracle, just a small one -- that she seems to see me the same way.

I like it this way better. Much.

Comments

[Sean the Blogonaut]

That was beautiful. Pure poetry. Congratulations on your annivesary

[artificialhabitat]

I'm not embarrassed to say that I got a little misty eyed reading that.

It's probably a good time to say that this is one of my favourite blogs - you set a high standard for intelligent, thoughtful writing.

And by the way - it sounds to me like Ingrid is lucky too.

Happy Anniversary

[nina hartley]

Wonderful post, Greta! It's a lovely expression of what love feels like from the inside.

Thanks for sharing, and happy anniversary!

[Sage]

Lovely! (And that's my favourite Sonnet.)

[Lynet]

Hooray! That was beautiful. Happy anniversary.

[the chaplain]

Thanks for a wonderful expression of the joys of a down-to-earth, realistic love that is rich, fulfilling and splendid even in its most mundane moments.

[the chaplain]

Thanks for a wonderful expression of the joys of a down-to-earth, realistic love that is rich, fulfilling and splendid even in its most mundane moments.

[StewartP]

10 years! Congratulations.
And that post captures things perfectly.
Have a laugh at me doing "My mistresses eyes"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-w5usdrYlE