I’m Shakin’

In a little over 5 months, I get to marry my best friend.  I honestly don’t think it’s possible for me to be any happier.  Each day just seems nearly too good to be true.

He and I have history.  We met in college.  We’ve both admitted that while love at first sight may not exist, we both caught each others eye and that was that.  I made any excuse I could to be around him.  He made me smile.  He also had a girlfriend and I was coupled with the devil incarnate.  So we left it at a friendship, though we both knew we should be together.

And then life happened.  He moved away for grad school and got married.  I finished grad school and started on the path to my current career.  There were other boyfriends.  Good boyfriends, good people.  But no one ever really fit me.

I met him out with my current boyfriend at the time once.  He brought his wife.  It was awkward.  We sat across the table from each other, just two old friends.  Two old friends who never wanted to be friends.

More time went by.  And roughly a decade after the day we met a fateful “how are you doing text” started a communication that’s never ceased.  His marriage was over and I was flying solo.  It was finally our time.  And we both seized the opportunity.  We haven’t looked back since.

Well, that’s not entirely true.  We look back all the time!  It’s fun to reminisce about how truly clueless we were back in the day.  It’s crazy that we missed each other.  It’s stupid that neither of us said the right words at the right time.

But as with many things in life, timing is everything.  I don’t for a minute regret us taking the paths we did.  Yes, no one desires divorce or a failed relationship, but they teach us.  The years taught us both how to be better partners.  They taught us what we wanted; what makes us happy.  We grew up and learned about ourselves.  So now that we’re finally together, we can really appreciate how truly special our relationship is.

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So, all that as back story for this week’s 100 Word Song inspired by Jack White’s “I’m Shakin”.  It’s about my first road trip to see him  after our reconnection.  Go visit my friend Lance over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog and share your 100 word story!
245 miles.

That gives me roughly 4 hours  to compose myself.  Shit, I’m nervous. It’s a good nervous though, the kind that leaves you antsy and causes your heart to randomly flutter.

115 miles.

Ok, only an hour and a half to go. Just a quick stop to apply deodorant. Jesus, why am I sweating so badly?  Maybe I’ll just roll down the window a bit, get some air in here.

2 miles.

There’s the exit. This is it. The moment of truth.

Parking lot.

There he is. Smiles, flutters, roller-coaster tummy.  I’m shakin’. The car door opens.

Hi there.

 

 

 

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Solitary Creatures

Without a word,  she dropped to the ground. Feeling the earth beneath her feet, she whipped around; senses heightened by the feeding. Each small movement within the forest pierced her ears.

She hated this part. It was too much. It was all too much and yet it was nothing.

She moved swiftly along, careful to keep her footfalls light. The hour was coming when the forest would no longer belong to just her. She didn’t want to be around when it was time to explain.

Reaching the road she gave her body a full shake. Her long silky fur receded as she stood. She tossed a match over her shoulder and it instantly ignited the dry underbrush. All evidence would be soon lost in the cleansing fires. One more cycle under her belt. She watch the blaze pick up in her rearview mirror as she sped off.

****

“No!” she screamed, her body jolted awake, sweat soaked the bed. It had been this way every night since she’d lost him. The same dream replayed itself over and over.
Woods, running, crunch of leaves, time to go.

She’d looked back to find him gone.

A deep growl shook the trees. She called out over and over again for him.

Nothing.

She turned to slink back toward their site, but the brightening sky stopped her.

It was too late.

Gone.

She threw her pillow over her face thinking of the trip back in the next day. It was stupid. But she couldn’t bear the thought of a blaze overtaking him. The dawn would be painful enough.

She’d found him, part of the forest now; his form one with the tree. He starred up at the sky keenly. His eyes permanently open to each passing cycle though he’d never transition again.

****

Alone.

She ran, paws pounding the earth. She wasn’t even trying to shield herself now. What was so worth protecting? Her life? A life spent in solitude. No closeness. No one, just her.

She’d once seen a large shadow cross her path and she’d chased it,  hopeful. A Kodiak, its body was large and powerful but its mind was a mess of primal triggers and reactions.

Nothing.

***

She listened, her inferior human ears detecting dogs howling. They’d soon find the bodies, her bodies. They’d know it wasn’t a bear or a coyote. It was always too neat. Too clean. “Respect must be given,” he’d always said.

The sounds moved toward her and yet she remained, only easing away when their orange vests broke the tree line.

Close. She felt her heart pound, strangely satisfied.

***

“You know we are meant to be alone, right?”

She’d followed him through the darkness until the cycle was complete. He’d known she was there. She’d felt his mind edge into hers. She’d felt agitation, anger, but a bit of curiosity. It was enough that she’d continued on his tracks. She’d felt. And it was wonderful.

“We’re solitary creatures. So, leave me. Find your own grounds,” he’d said, slamming the door and driving away. She’d wondered if he’d felt her gaze follow him through the dust cloud.

***

Next cycle she’d stayed back, careful to stay just out of his reach. It was then she’d noticed the scratches along the bark and the scrapings that had left broken limbs behind. An invitation! Maybe she wasn’t the only one who longed for a bond with another.

***

Team.

The night air had felt strangely evocative, like it was willing her to climb higher, jump further, and stretch the boundaries of her nimble body. This was life. This is what she’d been missing.

Family.

***

Nothing.

Once you find out how it can be, how it should be, you can’t go back. She understood this now, like he’d understood it then. Those moments, that connection, it had been temporary; never meant to be. But there was no going back to what was and what was wasn’t much at all.

“You know we’re meant to be alone, right? We’re solitary creatures.”

She gripped the bark, claws digging deep. Her jaw clenched. She starred up at the sky keenly, ready and willing the dawn to come and for a moment,  as the rising sun warmed her, she felt loved.

Gone.

 

 

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710 words for Yeah Write’s Weekly Speakeasy Challenge.  Maybe this will be my new prompt home now that Trifecta has closed their doors.

 

Stay positive & love your life.

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:

Random thought:  To be truly alone would be one the worst curses I can imagine.  To know connection and then lose it, alone again, maybe the very worst of all.

 

 

Trifecta: I Less Than Three You

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“I’ll not ask you again. The code, what does it mean?”

“It’s not a code. Shock me all you like, you’ll not worm it out of me. You’re awfully dense for a spy.”

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**Blogger’s Note**

Love has been on my mind 24/7 lately since my major weekend event.  I’m engaged!  So I was hoping that Trifecta would provide me with a great prompt this week with which to spin a lovey-dovey tale sure to make everyone cringe from the sappiness.  But not surprisingly, they provided a prompt that can very easily be taken in a twisted, dark direction (why I frequent this link-up!)  So my 33-word tale is tinged with crazy while still incorporating love, in  a sense.

 

Stay positive & love your life.

-Melissa

 

 

Today:

Listening to:  St. Vincent – Chloe In The Afternoon

Eating:  brussel sprouts, quinoa burger, black beans, sweet potato

Random thought:  Love changes everything.

Five for Friday: 5 Songs for Your Valentine

We’re busy here in Atlanta defrosting and just in time to warm it up for Valentine’s Day!  This week’s Five for Friday post is dedicated to the love song.

Love is funny.  When you find the right person, everything suddenly seems so much rosier.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy on my own, but a great partnership is like happy on roids.  I’ve been lucky enough to find someone who makes each day a bit sunnier and each minute spent together not long enough.  Every love song truly feels like it was written for us and my love for him just continues to grow with each passing day.

 

5:  Chairlift- I Belong in Your Arms

 

4:  Third Eye Blind- I Want You

 

3: Alabama Shakes- Be Mine

 

2:  The Avett Brothers- The Greatest Sum

 

1:  311- My Heart Sings

 

And because it’s so incredibly hard to choose between so many great love songs, I give you a bonus.  Not your typical love song, but it will always mean the world to me:

Incubus- Are You In?

 

What are some of your favorite love songs?

 

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

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Happy Valentine’s Day Matt!

 

Today:

Listening to: Marble Sounds – COME HERE

Eating:  Left over spaghetti.

Random thought:  Love is scary, because it means giving up control of the most vulnerable part of you and trusting completely in another.

 

 

Trifecta- Who’s Laughing Now?

Friday is Valentine’s Day.  One would think I’m the type of girl who would find the whole thing a bit contrived and utterly ridiculous.  But alas, even I am a sucker for the sickenly sweet trappings of this commercially concocted “holiday”.  It may have something to do with the wonderfully healthy and fulfilling relationship I find myself in.  Yeah, it’s definitely that.

I just knew that Trifecta was going to give me a nice lovey, dovey prompt in honor of this week and while I enjoy the emotion, it’s not my favorite of writing topics.  So, it was a cool surprise to find the exact opposite!

This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:

love
sad
tears
wept
heart
pain

Nice!  To find my inner inspiration for this piece, I had to do a bit of emotional escavation and undercover some not oft thought of and long gone relationship demons.  Thankfully with age comes wisdom (well at least in this area….for me).  Dedicated to everyone’s dating anti-christ,  I call this piece “Who’s Laughing Now?”  Enjoy!
I think,

Amazing how one four letter feeling,

becomes the other in an eye’s blink.

Funny that.

Me, naïve.

You, punishing.

Me, defeated, seemingly.

And yet.

You, alone, in the end.

Funny that.

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Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to:Phoenix – Honeymoon

Eating:  Left over spanakopita and pasta salad.

Random thought:  The forecast is threatening icy road conditions here again this week.  Let’s hope it turns out better than last time.  I’m trusting my own judgement since currently the news it attempting to sensationalize the entire thing to feed off of our the great ATL snow debacle.

Trifecta: Finally

This week Trifecta gave us these marching orders:

This week we are asking you to count syllables. And words. It’s a lot of math for those of us who might be more accustomed to dealing with words, but we’re confident you can pull it off.

We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:

The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each. We’re going low-brow on you this week. Or not. Can you class it up under these restrictions? Give us your best.

To clarify, we are giving you 5 words. We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38.

Here are my 38:

 
The first time I saw the sun my eyes stung.

Ten years in a hole.

Ten years in the dark.

My pale skin drank in the heat.

My soul sang, roused.

My heart beat.

More than fine, whole.

 

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Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to:  Tori Amos – A Sorta Fairytale

Eating:  Seasnax-  Seriously yummy.  I can’t get enough.

Random thought:  The best feeling in the world may be when your reality is better than your dreams.

Trifecta: Keep Scrolling

Papery thin and lined like a map of his life were his hands. Yesterday he was in the spring of his days, but in the blink of an eye winter was upon him.

This piece was written in response to a Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt. This weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location.

Here’s the still shot:

his weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location.

Here’s the still shot: – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.gqM9UZKn.dpuf

his weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location.

Here’s the still shot: – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.gqM9UZKn.dpuf

One year in one image

his weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location.

Here’s the still shot: – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.gqM9UZKn.dpuf

And then I went back and actually read the directions:

Note the progression of light and seasons. Take some time to ponder the rebirth and resurgence and ultimate triumph that is nature and growth and light. Think about time and the sun and the movement of both. Fill yourself up with it, and then write.

No creepiness allowed. No girls in chains. No basements. No flesh-eating viruses. No post-apocalyptic hunger pangs. No dead philandering boyfriends. Nobody pulling the plug on Grandma partially because she’s old but mostly because she deserves it. We want soul-soaring happiness out of you this week. If that isn’t your thing, just give it a whirl. If it really isn’t your thing, come back for the next challenge when the rules are guaranteed to be different. Because that’s also the kind of challenge we are. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.XyNkKpj5.dpuf

Note the progression of light and seasons. Take some time to ponder the rebirth and resurgence and ultimate triumph that is nature and growth and light. Think about time and the sun and the movement of both. Fill yourself up with it, and then write. No creepiness allowed. No girls in chains. No basements. No flesh-eating viruses. No post-apocalyptic hunger pangs. No dead philandering boyfriends. Nobody pulling the plug on Grandma partially because she’s old but mostly because she deserves it. We want soul-soaring happiness out of you this week. If that isn’t your thing, just give it a whirl. If it really isn’t your thing, come back for the next challenge when the rules are guaranteed to be different. Because that’s also the kind of challenge we are.

And so this is my actual post. I actually do feel this way, but I’m not usually much for mushy sentimentality in my writing.

Our love is babbling brooks,

Eagles soaring on open wing,

A tree evergreen in the coldest of life’s winters,

An eternally growing, forever renewing miracle,

Or some other wonderful shit such as that.

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa