{"id":733,"date":"2009-05-29T03:21:09","date_gmt":"2009-05-29T08:21:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jodilee.ca\/?p=733"},"modified":"2010-03-08T01:52:46","modified_gmt":"2010-03-08T07:52:46","slug":"my-bed-calls-but-memories-linger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/?p=733","title":{"rendered":"My bed calls, but memories&#8230; linger"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>To play 6&deg; to writing&#8230;since this technically isn&#8217;t a writing post:<\/p>\n<p><em>(removal of old link and references)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s spring &#8211; I always come to this in spring, and again in fall, and sometimes around Christmas. It&#8217;s that time of year when even my arms ache with the gnawing <em>want<\/em> of something I can&#8217;t have. I&#8217;ve tried this time, but it&#8217;s not right. S. knows it and I know it but we take it for what it is and just enjoy what we have. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s that wraith of the past that won&#8217;t go away and stay away. It&#8217;s that laughing, twinkly-eyed prankster that whispers just as I&#8217;m about to fall asleep, that brushes the hair from my face just as I&#8217;m waking.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t love D. until it was too late. I found him mildly amusing, and more than slightly alarming and absolutely, definitely charming. He made me laugh, he took care of my kids during a crisis and he threatened to do bodily injury to the person that destroyed my sense of security in my own home, all before I&#8217;d ever really met him. I couldn&#8217;t be safe at home, so I went to our mutual friend&#8217;s&#8230; and the rest&#8230; We became friends of a sort. <\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t until nearly a month later, the first time he touched me (<em>flicked my brand new helix piercing for which I eventually had my revenge by slapping his brand new pectoral tattoo as hard as I could<\/em>) that I felt that spark, only it was like being struck by lightning. I&#8217;d never felt that before. <em>Ever.<\/em> Not even with my ex-husband and we&#8217;d been together for 13 years. When D. and I were together, it was all sparklers and fireworks and fighting just to make up and mixed signals and messy arguments (coughblushahem) and <em>life<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>So, someone asked what true love and love at first sight are. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve ever experienced &#8216;at first sight&#8217; (George Strombolopolous does not count, ladies), as my ex and I had met years before (in school) before we &#8216;re-met&#8217; later on. If it weren&#8217;t for that, yeah, that&#8217;s my experience with first sight. Aren&#8217;t you always told to throw that one back? \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>True love &#8211; <em>(removal of old link and references)<\/em> &#8211; true love is the kind that just happens, happens hard and fast and you feel it from your hair to your toenails and it <em>HURTS<\/em>. The happy is so strong it overcomes fear, overcomes the mundane, and overtakes everything in your life.<\/p>\n<p>True love is when you can say &#8220;I want you forever, and love you beyond time, but you need to go&#8221;, when you can stand there and watch your love get on a bus and watch that bus pull away knowing you made the right decision for him (or her) even though it means you&#8217;ve torn yourself apart and you&#8217;ll never be the same.<\/p>\n<p>True love is when the happy and the hurt never truly go away.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sure if D. ever sees this, he&#8217;s going to laugh his gorgeous butt right off, too. I swore up and down for the five months (yes, only five) we were together that love is just a word. I hate it when I&#8217;m wrong. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To play 6&deg; to writing&#8230;since this technically isn&#8217;t a writing post:<br \/>\n(removal of old link and references)<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s spring &#8211; I always come to this in spring, and again in fall, and sometimes around Christmas. It&#8217;s that time of year when even my arms ache with the gnawing want of something I can&#8217;t have. I&#8217;ve tried this time, but it&#8217;s not right. S. knows it and I know it but we take it for what it is and just enjoy what we have.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s that wraith of the past that won&#8217;t go &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[239,260,447,446,445,448,40],"class_list":["post-733","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general-pondering-on-writing","tag-d","tag-family","tag-love","tag-memories","tag-samhains-call","tag-true-love","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/733","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=733"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/733\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1053,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/733\/revisions\/1053"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=733"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=733"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=733"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}