The thing about love is, no matter the promise of how strong love is, it often isn’t tough enough to withstand the challenge of time. Not time, “I will always love you” time, but timing as in, “Dang, is that the love train rolling away?” When the timing is off for love, it very rarely reaches its full potential. Seriously, romantic comedies are my absolute favorites, but years of experience have shown me that romcoms are strictly for entertainment only, and I should not wait for someone to leave their snobby, gorgeous wife at the altar when they realize that, in fact, my moodiness and lack of fashion sense is what they’ve been waiting their whole life for!
There was one instance, one love that I had, that I thought would actually end up happily ever after. We had so much history, ten years that spanned my teenage years into my early adult life, several states, and actually a couple of continents as well. From the first time we met, we clicked in a weird, comfortable/uncomfortable way. Comfortable because we liked each other so much. Uncomfortable because we were so young…and we liked each other so much. We could never, ever get the timing right, though.
When I was ready, he wasn’t. When he was ready, I wasn’t. Our back and forth went on for years, each back knocking a little steam off of the next forth. When finally, he broke my heart, and thus, the cycle, I learned more than I ever wanted to know about how important synchronicity is when it comes to love.
But that leads me to today. Well, actually, nearly a year ago, when, for the first time in a long while, I happened to be at the right place at the right time. I went to a conference in Indianapolis, leaving my young toddler daughter for the first time ever. To go to Indianapolis. Not Miami. Not New York City. Indianapolis. And it was there, in that surprisingly beautiful city, mommy guilt working overtime, and boobs hard as rocks because I was still nursing and needed to pump, that I met the man who challenges me to be open to, and make time for love.
Oddly, although we are in different time zones, and we are continuing to get to know and learn each other, and I’m a single mom with a toddler, and he just finished up a master’s degree while working full-time, and my job is crazy and his job is crazy and life is…life, the timing couldn’t be better. Two years ago, our meeting would have been too soon. Two years from now, our meeting would have been too late. Last fall, in a hotel lobby, at a conference in Indianapolis, the planets aligned and finally, I got my synchronicity. And love.
And it’s about time.
Deborah Reed’s debut novel Carry Yourself Back to Me follows heartbroken singer-songwriter Annie Walsh as she digs into the past to exonerate her brother from murder. As a member of From Left to Write book club, I received a copy of this book for review. You can read other members posts inspired by Carry Yourself Back to Me on book club day, October 4 at From Left to Write.