Sometimes I can be quite nosy.
As I have confessed before I love everything about love. I enjoy hearing about relationships — between parents and children, siblings, lovers, could have been lovers, best friends who secretly wish that they were lovers — all those delicious little bits that reaffirm that love makes the world go round. So… I can’t help myself when people tell me they’re married or dating or in a lifelong committment or not dating — I want to why, know when, how did it happen, what did you say, what did he/she/they say, and then… And for me, it’s like one delicious slice of red velvet cake.
And I keep these little stories with me. Every so often I will refer back to them. Visit the imagery in my head — hear the words, remember how the stories were told to me, how the teller looked, how their eyes moved, and what I felt when they shared… Sometimes to break up the conversations in my head or to occupy my bored mind. Other times to enrich a story that I am writing or to give color to a character.
My confession today — these little stories also give me hope that the Big Love that I desire so much and long for so much will soon be mine as well. Surely with all these wonderful stories going around, one day I will be able to have my own. Hopefully, it will be about living it daily for a long, long time — instead of daydreaming or wishing or longing… delicious.