Our love story is unique in the way that all love stories are; it is unique because it has happened to us.
Greg and I met a little over 7 months ago in a bar, yes a BAR. Never in a million years had I thought I would meet the love of my life in a bar. My parents met in a bar, but that’s when things were different, I used to tell myself. That’s when people weren’t so crazy and out for 'one nighters'. But low and behold, we met in a bar.
I had just moved back to my college town in response to a tragedy that shook the community and ripped through my life like an electric current. Drawn to places where I could make the biggest impact, I moved ‘home’, leaving behind the state’s biggest city that had offered me nothing more than exhausting days and lonely nights.
Lost, and a bit defeated by how cruel the world could be, I began reworking the pieces of my now-combusted life. Lord knows I didn’t have much figured out, but I had hope. I believed that things would one day turn themselves right again and held fast to the idea that everything happens for a reason.
One late January evening I got a call from a friend and former big-city coworker inviting me out for a drink with a few buddies. Strongly considering staying home to snuggle on the couch, I decided ‘why not?’ and after putting on my most painful heels (because again, 'why not?') I headed to the bar.
Pushing open the heavy door and using all my focus to gracefully hobble in my stilettos, I strutted over to where my friend stood and met Greg for the first time. And the rest was history…well sort of. We eyed each other all evening, talking when we were given a moment alone by the group and played footsie under the table of the late night diner we visited after the club. But as the evening ended, neither of us asked for a number and we headed our separate ways, believing we would not see one another again.
Weeks later, set up by our mutual friend at Greg’s request, we wound up nestled together under the covers of my overly soft bed while my cat circled our feet. Waking that morning only to spend the entire day in bed talking, I realized that I never wanted to be without this person who had just busted into my life. We didn’t know each other very well and we sure had our differences (and he was leaving the state in about a month!) but I didn’t care. Something deep inside me had stirred awake and I knew this experience would be like nothing before.
Seven months later encompassing one puppy, a few job changes for both of us, more cross country weekends than I care to count and Skype hours in the quadruple digits, we are still going strong. I know seven months really isn’t that long and things are about to get a whole lot harder with him being overseas, but when you know, you know. This is the real deal. This is our story of love and life and the struggle to navigate between the two. Greg, I love you with all my heart. “The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That's what I hope to give you forever.”-Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (and yes, I just quoted The Notebook).