Maybe I’ve gotten so much into trying to be witty, and useful that I forgot that, really, sharing my words with you should just be fun. And even the most serious, talented artists did have a bit of fun now and then. Or maybe it’s just that if I told you that I am in love, you’d think that I’ve lost my edge, that I couldn’t really understand whatever angst you might want to share with me. Thing is, the story that I’m about to tell you started so long ago and is so unbelievable, I might be accused of being delusional. Then again, after all I’ve told you, why should I start to censor myself now? whatever. I’ll risk it.

About 5 years ago I met David and we became friends. Unfortunately he lived in Scotland and I lived in the US. We hung out while we were in Romania and parted, figuring that we would never see each other again. I’m a pretty tough girl when it comes to parting company, as I’m sure anyone who’s had a relationship with me can testify. But I went home and the worst thing happened to me. I realised that I had finally met someone I was better with than without.

No, I never thought I’d die without him, I never thought he needed me to survive. There was no threat to be miserable if we couldn’t be together. I lived my life and he went on with his and over the years, we truly have become great friends. Thing is, we just always WANTED to live near each other. It runs through your mind, of course. All the What ifs. In the hard times I’ve had I have just wished he was here. And in the really good times I wished he was here too. Life hasn’t been so horrible. I know I am very blessed. But for whatever reason, since I met David, all the best days I’ve spent without him have been a little like pie without cream.

Well, as the saying goes: Be careful what you wish for.

Last Saturday, on my parents wedding anniversary, I drove to Atlanta International airport picked up dear David and we drove home.
For those of you who’ve never experienced something like this, let me tell you.... It’s exhausting work being better than I was just days ago. Though I am quite sure this is a good thing, there is that little fear that I am still just a simple girl from Oklahoma with unrealistic ideas about what love is capable of. I am still disbelieving that I’ve been given yet another chance at love.

Life is so silly, you know. Just when you are sure that you can throw a kicking fit from all the just punishment you’re getting, something brilliant and terrifying happens to you. I’m scared. I’m thrilled. If I don’t have a nervous breakdown, it could be that a very good part of my life is just begining.

For David, my beloved

Our Turn

maybe you’ve been feelin kinda angry
maybe it’s hard to get to sleep
you think the price for being honest
is the love you cannot keep

maybe they told you this is how
the strong ones live their lives
but deep down you know their words
are well arranged white lies

(chorus)
well, for you I am polishing the moon
for us the stars have just begun to burn
you wonder if God forgot about us
but now it’s our turn baby it’s our turn

so what if the road is unfamiliar
so what if we don’t have a map
I know where we should begin
and that’s right here where we’re at

so, for you I am polishing the moon
for us the stars have just begun to burn
you wonder if God forgot about us
but now it’s our turn baby it’s our turn

so you say you’re not perfect
that you’ve got some things to learn
and I’m scared I’m not so strong
but baby, it’s our turn. it’s our turn

Penny Rene’

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