The last couple of weeks have been crazy , filled with a lot of surprises. And for once I’m actually afraid that talking about it will get rid of all the magic of the last few weeks. Of course I have been back in reality for the last couple of days and slowly that magic has worn off and I've had to look long and hard at what I want. But in the meantime for once here is a story about someone visiting me, instead of me traveling to them!
After that fateful Christmas night it was apparent to both Mr. Arizona and I that our time together wasn’t over. As soon as I left for Los Angeles he did what any good hero would do, got himself on one of the next planes and came out to spend New Years with me. I didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping for was a fun New Years Eve fling. And just praying it wouldn't end in the complete disaster that was his last visit. But instead I somehow ended up falling in love with him. Now the trip wasn't perfect by a long shot. We of course managed to argue, have a little New Years Eve debacle, spend way too much time worrying about our families’ reaction to us, and way too much energy talking about our past (failed) relationships. But somehow in that imperfection of the weekend- there was kind of a perfect quality to it. We spent New Year’s Eve Day on the beach in Hermosa and rode bikes down to Balboa Island. Laughing and frolicking along the way, complete with hand holding and dolphins! And then continued our Los Angeles tour and spent New Year’s day hiking up in the Santa Monica Mountains and then Mimosas and brunch on the beach in Malibu at Paradise Cove. And really that’s what it was- Paradise. I think I will always remember the smile on his face as we hiked Coral Canyon. Forever cemented in my mind as our place. There was almost a magical quality as we hiked over the boulders and up the waterfalls. And I know how cheese it sounds, but it was like we found a little place of our own. Where time stands still. Where there was no one else in the world. And for the 2 hours it was just us. No problems. No distances. No airplane rides. Just Mr. Arizona and Hardt.
When he left yesterday I figured we would go back to our usual parting of the ways when either of us leaves town. We would text and chat for a bit. Slowly back away from one another until the next thing we know we haven't spoken for months until I am back in Phoenix and we begin it all again. But turns out this time I don’t want that. I have found myself missing having him around. For New Years I promised that I would finally take the bull by the horns and start living the life I want to live- So here goes- this is me just going for it. Despite all the reasons why we shouldn't. Despite all the distance between us. Despite all the past hurts we have inflicted on each other. And despite all the other people in our lives, I think we deserve a chance. A chance to see where this is going… A chance to see the possibilities. And maybe this time we might just surprise ourselves.
After that fateful Christmas night it was apparent to both Mr. Arizona and I that our time together wasn’t over. As soon as I left for Los Angeles he did what any good hero would do, got himself on one of the next planes and came out to spend New Years with me. I didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping for was a fun New Years Eve fling. And just praying it wouldn't end in the complete disaster that was his last visit. But instead I somehow ended up falling in love with him. Now the trip wasn't perfect by a long shot. We of course managed to argue, have a little New Years Eve debacle, spend way too much time worrying about our families’ reaction to us, and way too much energy talking about our past (failed) relationships. But somehow in that imperfection of the weekend- there was kind of a perfect quality to it. We spent New Year’s Eve Day on the beach in Hermosa and rode bikes down to Balboa Island. Laughing and frolicking along the way, complete with hand holding and dolphins! And then continued our Los Angeles tour and spent New Year’s day hiking up in the Santa Monica Mountains and then Mimosas and brunch on the beach in Malibu at Paradise Cove. And really that’s what it was- Paradise. I think I will always remember the smile on his face as we hiked Coral Canyon. Forever cemented in my mind as our place. There was almost a magical quality as we hiked over the boulders and up the waterfalls. And I know how cheese it sounds, but it was like we found a little place of our own. Where time stands still. Where there was no one else in the world. And for the 2 hours it was just us. No problems. No distances. No airplane rides. Just Mr. Arizona and Hardt.
When he left yesterday I figured we would go back to our usual parting of the ways when either of us leaves town. We would text and chat for a bit. Slowly back away from one another until the next thing we know we haven't spoken for months until I am back in Phoenix and we begin it all again. But turns out this time I don’t want that. I have found myself missing having him around. For New Years I promised that I would finally take the bull by the horns and start living the life I want to live- So here goes- this is me just going for it. Despite all the reasons why we shouldn't. Despite all the distance between us. Despite all the past hurts we have inflicted on each other. And despite all the other people in our lives, I think we deserve a chance. A chance to see where this is going… A chance to see the possibilities. And maybe this time we might just surprise ourselves.
