But I can't decide which I like the best. So think of this as a collection within the collection, the greatest hits of a greatest hit. Here are four excerpts with links to the original entry.
From August 8, 2005:
There were bumps in the road at the onset, which could have easily caused this whole precarious affair to veer off-course before it had a chance to really get going. There are certainly much larger ones on the horizon. There is the constant physical distance between us, both geographically (300+ miles) and the realities of my vocation (on the road nearly 300 days out of the year). There is also the considerable gap in our ages (13 years). But these are only so many numbers. Alone in a world of miles and days and years a heart will resist, but together hearts will conspire. They have their own math.
Two weeks ago in a tangle of arms and legs where every breath of quiet conversations are felt as well as heard, confessions were made. Quite unexpectedly, I have fallen in love.
I don't know where this will go - but I do know where my heart is. Even when my head thinks it's absofuckinglutely insane.
From April 24, 2006:
In the past year she has become my best friend, my confidant, my lover. For me, this move means a chance to build on what we have, to make it grow; to see where the journey takes us and hopefully enrich both of our lives even more. We'll not only be friends and lovers, but partners in a life together. Even now, as I sit here reflecting on my feelings, I have this little knot that builds in my stomach when I think of how I feel about her.
A love knot.
Growing up in rural Kentucky, we relied heavily on wood-fueled heat. Every autumn, my brothers and I would head into the forests with my dad to cut and split wood for burning. Knots in wood are the bane of any would-be tree cutter; they dull saws and defy axes. They are virtually impenetrable and can only be cut around, but not cut out. In lumber, knots are what give furnishings character and distinction. This is how I feel about my knot. It has become inseparable from me and defines me.
From February 14, 2007:
Never has there been anyone this late in the game I can still talk to for hours on the phone or in chat, about everything important and nothing at all. Never has anyone understood me on all the levels that matter. Never has anyone been so giving of their time, energy, love and affection for me and for "us". Never has anyone tolerated my goofiness so much, in fact, never has anyone encouraged it and joined me in it. Never has anyone been so devoted to me. These, and so many other things which words can't describe, are the things she gives me that makes me love her so much.
On top of that she's an intellectual equal, but smarter than me becuase she's more in touch with her feelings. She's empathetic, caring, and sentimental sometimes to a fault. She's not only immensely creative in anything she undertakes; she's better at it than most but too humble to ever admit it. She can be hysterically funny, with a dark sense of humor that few people ever get to see. Her taste in anything can run from unironic kitcsh to classic without adding any undue importance to the former or overblown pretentiousness to the latter. She has a sense of adventure in everything she does that's intoxicating and contagious. She's absolutely feminine without being prissy. She's stunningly beautiful in an unconventional way and can be dangerously sexy when she's not too self-conscious to let herself go.
From September 18, 2006:
My head's on straight, my girlfriend is beautiful. She was the best damn woman that I've ever seen. She moves in mysterious ways. She's Grade A class, Number One in her division. She comes to me with a thousand smiles she gives to me free. The girl's got rhythm. She's not a girl who misses much. She can lead you to love. She sees love where anyone else would see weeds. Her arms are wicked and her legs are long. She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet. She's a total bam bam. She's the puzzle piece behind the couch that makes the sky complete.
Stronger than reason, stronger than lies, the only truth I know is the look in your eyes.
I love you Welf.