"I am high like a star that's flying. Cassiopeia. Everything's changing now."-3EB
Lucia told me today she is falling in love with me because of my writing. She says a writer's writing is like a glimpse into their soul, and my soul is beautiful. She's falling in love, but not actually in love. Yet, anyway. But apparently I've got a charm.
I read somewhere once that Elizabeth Barrett Browning fell in love with Robert Browning because of his writing, and he fell in love with her because of her writing. That's what's happening here. When I mentioned this to Lucia, her response was, "Yeah, but I'm much better than that bitch!" I don't know much about Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but I tend to agree.
We connect through the phone, because she's in Marquette and I am here. We talk for hours everyday, sometimes in multiple conversations throughout our day. We've talked of traveling the world together, with nothing with us but literature, blank paper, pens and money.
There are some things in this world that are hard to write about casually. That's one reason for my silence as of late on this livejournal. It's hard to write informally, and not slip into poetics.
I am guilty of raising women up into demigods, placing them upon pedestals to be worshiped. This is different. This girl is one of the most self-aware women I've ever met. Our combined self-awareness has led us into something quite wonderful. She's not a goddess, but she is real. And that, to me, is better than the entire pantheon put together.
In 500 Days of Summer, Tom's friend talks about how his dream girl would have bigger tits, different hair, and would be more into sports than the girl he's dating. But he says that his girl is better than his dream girl, because she's real.
I don't know if I've ever had a checklist for the perfect woman. But if I did, I think Lucia would be the one who comes the closest to fulfilling all of that. She's not perfect, she's not my dream, but she is wonderful all the same. I am so lucky to have her in my life.