How much convincing does an adolescent require, taking into account the “calibre” of knotted and unending Bermuda triangles I knowingly got myself into, to know that it was love? Not much right!?
Oh boy, and did he give me unneeded convincing, even though I reached that stage the first night.
Well, considering the literal feeling of warm fuzziness, fluttering butterflies and the unspoken chemistry with sparks all over the place, being absent from previous “relationships”, was my confirmation. The unforeseen and unexpected gestures of affection and surprises was the unneeded, but much wanted extra chocolate sauce on top of my Sunday.
What I have not mentioned, was the fact that it was a long distance relationship. Even though both of us were originally from Cape Town, he heart rivetingly , lived in Johannesburg, as at the time he was playing rugby for the Lions.
As much as this broke my heart at times, having to say goodbye at the airport, crying all the way back home, we made it work. So much so, that Valentine’s day, birthdays and every other special occassion that we could think of, never went unappreciated.
Valentine’s day 2002: I received a call from PostNet, Kuils River, to collect something from their offices. I arrived there, presented with a basket containing a big teddy bear among other goodies. Birthday’s I would receive a phone call, listening to him and his rugby choir singing “Happy Birthday” with guitar melodies in the background, delivered flowers and the unheard, but unmistakable “I love you.”
Dinners, weekend’s away and down on one knee majestic moments, asking to be his wife. How much more of a fairy-tale could this relationship turn into?
I appreciated the material gifts of affection, however, I appreciated the effort and the recognizable appreciation from him, most.
Time after time, I was surprised and confronted with unexpected, breathtaking and speechless instances that left my heart melting every moment that it was available (when it was not thinking about “us”)
I can’t remember a time that we argued and did not want to hear one another’s voices before Johannesburg and Cape Town turned out their lights. It was a proven impossibility that our hearts had to be in synchronization before the final “dance” for the day.
Fairytale right!? And they do exist, especially if the person was ordained by a Higher Power to be part of your life, and most profoundly to prominently display a visible concept of affection and the implied significance of “Love” and the teaching thereof.
One year later, I found myself in an unthinkable circle rotation, when I came to the unexpected realization that “our dance” ended, “our melody incomplete” and “our hearts no longer beating as one,” me repeating it over and over in my head…….
“It was supposed to be “us,”
It was written in the night we met,
It was billboarded on the first night we revealed our love for one another,
It was scribbled in the sky when our tears parted as he took flight on that plane,
And it was vowed on the night he asked me to be his wife”
Our song ended………..The heart shattering final dance