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From Her Fridays #2

April 23, 2010

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

From Essential Rumi gathered by Coleman Barks
Rumi was a mystic and Sufi poet of Persian literature.

In How I Met Your Mother, Ted jokes about Marshall and Lilly’s choreographed dance telling the story of how they met. Isaiah and I have something similar. We met in our hometown, Aurora, at karaoke night, part of each of our regular routines. He was singing “Yellow” by Coldplay perfectly. I had seen him before.

I’m aware of how cliché it sounds, but I sat down with my best friend and said, “I have the strangest feeling I’ll marry him.” I was surely a dreamer, but not relationship-crazy, and it was not something I had ever said.

We haven’t told our story yet. It’s coming soon.

One Comment leave one →
  1. April 25, 2010 8:53 pm

    Wonderful poem.

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