Love Stories: Omer & Kiki

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There is nothing more captivating than seeing people who are genuinely in love, and hearing about the unique circumstances that brought them together. Here we bring you real life love stories – no two are the same.

Omer and Kiki.

A story of love at first sight, yes… but past that intuitive carnal knowledge some are so blessed to witness,  these like-minded souls realized they shared a deeper dream. Leave everything behind in LA , to start again, together, in Central America. They are in the midst of moving to Panama now, to start a sustainable beach community, raise children, surf, and ground themselves and those around them in the beautiful simplicity of beach life. Soft spoken, sweet, and with smiles that reveal all that they hold dear; one another, and a lust for the adventure that lies ahead.  Looking forward to finding you two beauties in Panama and doing a video… round 2… with naked babies at your feet! Good luck you two. Thank you.

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Do you have a love story to tell? We’d love to hear it – leave a comment, or send it to blog@freepeople.com, subject line: FP Love Stories. We’ll seek out those that move us most, to be featured right here on the blog!

Check out Omer’s beautiful line of towels, Fresco Towels.

Videographer: Nick Walker

Photography: Rus Anson

 

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Comments

Annejelina -January 20, 2014, 9:25AM

This is so sweet! You can tell by the way they look into each others eyes that their in love, deep love. I loved the quote: “True love teaches us to be great and how to appreciate the amazing and simple beauties of life. How to care for others and be the best version of ourselves.” Beautiful post, getting ready to open my heart for Valentines day, and everyday after that <3 xoxo
Annejelina

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Kate -January 20, 2014, 10:17AM

I think I just fell a little bit in love with them <3 beautiful love.
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Brittney Lauritzen -January 20, 2014, 10:42AM

I love this couple for the love you can tell they share. Love is not perfect but it is also blind and I think that is where happiness grows. I love how I met my husband because I have yet to hear our story anywhere else. My car broke down (who knew you needed to put oil in those things), Insert public transportation here. My bus driver was a very polite guy. I always said by and thank you while getting off at my stop and he always had a smile for me in exchange. One day, he took out a pre folded piece of paper with his phone number on it and asked if I would want to hang out sometime…, and the rest is history. It has been 3 years since and there has hardly been a day that we’ve been apart. I think the biggest thing Ive learned is that having a common goal to work toward makes the relationship so much stronger. Living on the beach in Central America is a beautiful dream and I wish yall the best with that!

Quinn -January 20, 2014, 12:16PM

Everything about this post is beautiful Amy! Love this. Keep up the great work love :) xo Quinn

Ashley -January 20, 2014, 12:21PM

This is simply gorgeous… everything about it. The story, the people, the photos, the video… a beautiful dream that thrives in the here and now! Thank you for sharing and in such a dynamically beautifully visual way. Mad Loving this!! xxxx

jelena -January 20, 2014, 12:37PM

I love when people are inspired with other’s love! It’s so amazing! Love lift us up where we belong!

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Caitlin -January 20, 2014, 1:34PM

You should reach out to Mylee Grace and Ozzie Wright – amazing artists, surfers, musicians, vintage-shop owners, and more, from Australia. They just had their second child, named Goldy Grace Rainbow Wright. Their son is named Rocky River. They’re an amazing, creative, beautiful, inspirational couple.

You may have seen Ozzie’s ANTI BAD VIBE SHIELD painting floating around the internet! (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/e1/75/50/e175502ab9d62f5e998641f49107479d.jpg)

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Daisy -January 20, 2014, 2:01PM

I love this!! It’s so cute!!
It gives me hope <3

Britt -January 20, 2014, 2:04PM

How sweet! I love that they both found someone who wanted to move to a completely different country and start a new life. Makes me think of my eldest brother…

He’s a missionary in Africa. For a while, he was the single guy in the bunch because his buddies were getting married and settling down. Then one day, while in Mozambique, he met a girl at a wedding. Turns out, she was from Washington State, just like him. It took him going halfway around the world to meet a girl who lived only a few hours from him back in the States! They met in June- she was attending the Iris Global school in Mozambique and was scheduled to head home after her time was up, while he was scheduled to head back to Uganda/South Sudan where he’d been working for years. In August, he came back to the States to pursue her and they were engaged by November. In January, they had a romantic wedding in a rustic ski lodge on the top of Mount Hood. (they wanted a beach wedding, but since it was January, they decided to go to the opposite end of the spectrum) They just celebrated their two year anniversary last week and will be coming home from Uganda, where they live/work, in August for a few months. We love the newest addition to our family and I think we were all happy when my brother found someone who wanted to live on the mission field like him. So yeah!

Alexandra -January 20, 2014, 6:28PM

This video made my heart so happy. Can you tell me where the wetsuit she wears in it is from? Thanks XX

Sara -January 20, 2014, 7:48PM

So cute! Seriously love this!

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b -January 20, 2014, 9:27PM

Aw “she asked me if i would float in the sea for her because she loves to float”

Juliette Laura -January 20, 2014, 11:32PM

Could this be more perfect? No it could not.

xo, Juliette Laura
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Roxy Roundhouse -January 21, 2014, 7:38AM

Someone i lost had the name kiki, thank you for bringing back much lovely memories

Roxy xox
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Cher Ruiter -January 21, 2014, 2:17PM

My dream as a child had always been to move from the tiny little town in Utah, where I grew up to New York City. Soon after I turned 18 I found a nanny job online and with $30 in my pocket, took my first airplane ride to The Big Apple. I learned my way around the city and met a few friends, dated a little. The summer was over and I decided to move from NY back home for a while but felt like I was missing something in NY and needed to go back. So, in 2006 I got a job on Long Island and returned to NY and spent every available second in the NYC. I truly felt alive in the city. I would eventually find myself being persuaded to meet a friend of my ex’s, a broken hearted cyclist and writer who had just moved home from California to Massachusetts. I had serious reservations about meeting my ex’s friend, but one night received a phone call from him insisting I talk to this guy. Our first conversation lasted 3 hours. We talked about his bike racing and finishing his degree, my mishaps and adventures in NY, my sincere hatred for pigeons and a vintage car I was in love with in my hometown. We soon found ourselves on the phone every day from sun up to sun up talking about our dreams and plans for the future and eventually agreed that he would take the scary Fung Wah bus from Boston to NYC to go to a concert I had bought tickets for months earlier. That morning, two weeks after our first conversation, I got ready and took the train into the city, and waited with anticipation for his bus to get there. I knew who he was as soon as he got off the bus, he was the most attractive man I’d ever seen, so attractive I thought about walking away thinking he would not be interested. He hurried over to me, and with literally steam from the street below blowing around us, picked me up, twirled me around and gave me the longest most beautiful first kiss, right in the middle of the crowded street. We spent the rest of the day walking around the city, riding the subway holding hands and sitting in the park talking. We both felt so relaxed and comfortable to be ourselves, with no awkward first impression nonsense. I remember feeling like I was really in a movie, like there had never been another couple to feel the way we felt and no one else on the earth mattered but the two of us. And he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen…something he still does that makes my heart beat fast and takes me instantly back to that first day. We went to the concert and then I finally had to catch the last train back home. As I was walking him back to China town to get on the bus, I couldn’t help myself from crying, knowing that I had just spent the day with the man of my dreams, and very possibly my future husband and it was ending. We both said a tearful goodbye and made plans to make plans again and with that I turned and walked toward my subway stop. So, I made it about 3 blocks down the street, and through my own sobbing hear the sound of feet running on the sidewalk behind me, I turned just in time for him to yell, “I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! I couldn’t leave without telling you I love you!” Every weekend after that we spent in Manhattan or Boston staying in hotels, going to street fairs, driving through the countryside, going to pumpkin patches, ice cream stands and eating breakfast on the freezing beach, showing each other our favorite museums and little shops. The first weekend it was my turn to ride the scary bus to Boston to see him, he surprised me with two beautiful, matching, English, vintage bicycles he bought from an old man who had them hanging in his garage since the 60’s when he’d bought them for he and his wife, who had recently passed away. He took me to the famous Walden Pond to ride them around and to the beautiful historic town of Concord MA. When I asked him where he got them, he told me the story of the man and that he bought them two days after speaking to me for the first time, because he knew I was the one. The days we weren’t together or talking on the phone, he was writing me the most profound, poetic love letters in the history of man (a thing he’s continued to do periodically through the last 7 years.) Almost three months exactly to our first phone conversation, I was packing my things to leave my beloved New York to move to MA and live with my new love. It was bittersweet…living in NY had been the only real dream I’d been able to accomplish. As a final farewell to my city he suggested we go to the top of the empire state building, something I had wanted to do the entire time I’d lived there, well…actually, something I’d wanted to do since seeing Sleepless in Seattle at 12 yrs. old, but had never done. It was Christmas time, so when we got to the top we could see the streets below glowing with twinkle lights and it was snowing. I went to the viewfinder to get a better look and asked him for a quarter. I turned to get the quarter from his hand, and he was there on one knee with a ring held out to me asking me to marry him. I whispered yes and the people around us started clapping. It was like a fairy tale. We drove to MA that night both on cloud 9 and overcome with happiness. Two weeks later we discovered I was pregnant with our first child. Of course we were a little apprehensive having only known each other a short time but we were convinced that this magical little creation was the direct result of our undeniable, (if not predestined) love for each other. A merging of souls by soul mates to create a tiny little heartbeat that encapsulated the rhythm of both our hearts beating as one. Once in MA I found another nanny job and he was finishing school and working in a bike shop. That winter he rode his bike to work every day in freezing temps and snowstorms so that I could have the car to get back and forth to my job. 6 months after our daughter was born we flew to Las Vegas and got married. Over the next few years we would move around the country several times, from MA to NV to work in a gold mine, then to UT and back to NH and finally end up back in MA. While living in NV, one day, he drove home in the vintage car we had talked so much about the first night we spoke. She’s a real beauty ’75 Ford Ranchero, painted the colors of a glorious sunset: blue, pink and white complete with a skull shifter. The car had been parked in the back of an auto shop in my hometown for about 10 years and needed some work. Luckily he had owned old cars all his life and knew a little about how to fix them. He rebuilt the engine and she runs like a champ. Now when I drive it, I can feel the wind in my hair, sand in my teeth and feel like a real badass… she’s sort of a mix between mad max and pretty in pink. We had another child, a boy, when we lived in UT and continue to be amazed that out of our love came two beautiful healthy little humans, who we hope someday will eventually be able to find their soul mates as we did and live lives filled with love.

Randi -January 21, 2014, 2:59PM

I had my peace with being a lonely spinster for the rest of my life at the tender age of 25. And then I met Daniel. We met through a mutual friend and it was love at first sight. After our first date we texted each other constantly and saw each other everyday. In the first week of dating Daniel said to me “You know how I feel about you, right?” and I said “I feel the same way.” Which really meant “I love you” and “I love you too”. There were no games. We both knew what we felt was real and important. So we threw caution to the wind and just went for it. We moved in together after just a couple of months.
A year or so later he went to London for work, so I came to visit him and we took the train to Paris. One morning I was putting on my boots, and I could only find the one. I was hobbling about with the one on my foot and trying to find the other. I was getting frustrated. He asked me to sit down on the bed for a second (I thought he was going to look for my other boot). All of the sudden “The Girl That I Marry” by Frank Sinatra was playing from his phone. He was wearing fancy pants and was down on one knee, and he said ” I just can’t wait any longer, will you marry me?” to which I replied ” Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” And then I cried and hobbled around the apartment some more in excitement, oblivious to the one boot on my foot.
Fast forward fourteen months later we were married in Topanga Canyon in a gorgeous, personal ceremony that we planned entirely ourselves. It was more magical than I had ever dreamed.
We have just found out that we are expecting our first child. Which somehow brings us even closer together and makes our love for each other even deeper than I ever thought was possible. I feel so incredibly blessed to have such an amazing person to share my life with everyday.
Love is such an amazing, joyous thing! I love that you guys have created FP Love Stories to share the love. It’s a delight to be a part of it.

LamentingLizzie -January 21, 2014, 3:31PM

Ha, mine is not nearly as conventionally romantic as some of these stories. I was actually engaged to someone else who cheated on me a month before our wedding. My best friend of 5 years, who actually lived in a different city from me, took that as an opportunity to tell the truth. It’s funny, because he never really proposed. He basically told me that he thought we should get married so we eloped later that year at New Year’s and I moved up here to Lexington. Best New Year’s Eve ever. Of course, my family flipped out, at the sudden changes, but 2 years later we are still as much in love as were the day he told me we should get married.

LamentingLizzie -January 21, 2014, 3:34PM

*Please note, I did not mean “conventionally romantic” to sound snobbish – just that my story is unusual and would make an awful movie!

fp julia -January 21, 2014, 4:21PM

Aw, your story is sweet!! Thanks for sharing :)

Stephanie -January 21, 2014, 6:07PM

Beautiful love these pics, so inspiring!

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fp amy -January 21, 2014, 6:15PM

reading all of these stories makes me smile, oh so high, oh so bright.. thank you.

Kiana -January 22, 2014, 4:01PM

This is lovely!
I myself am quite lucky to have a fella who is not only handsome, but his creative energy, silliness, and love is my favorite thing in the world. We met when I was 13 and he was 16 and have been together ever since. I still have all the cute and cheesy love notes he wrote me back then and he still has all the ones that I wrote to him and as we grow together through the years it’s always so fun to look back on those and see how far our love has come. We’re about to travel to Europe together for three months and it’s going to be the biggest adventure we’ve ever gone on; seeing the world with my favorite person, my best friend, is an absolute dream that I can’t wait to share! We plan to journal while we are there and keep them separate and then tuck them away for a while we return so that in a year or a handful of years from now we can pull them out and read what we each wrote about what is about to be the happiest times in our lives (so far!).
I recently shared some of our more intimate photos over on my blog that have become some of my favorite of us so far!
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xo,
Kiana

Olivia Mullen -January 22, 2014, 8:25PM

I’d like to share my love story, I just celebrated my two year yesterday!

I met Michael my sophomore year in High School. We were both in the same history class and sat next to each other. I noticed he was very tall and very skinny. He was a year ahead of me and had recently transferred to the school. We never really paid any attention to each other, but I did notice he was a close friend of my friend Joey.
The following year I was doing a dance show at my school. It was early december 2011. He was teching the show, helping set things up on stage. I had recognized him from my class. I can remember standing backstage and he turned to look at me and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile right back. My body felt like a million butterflies. I ran right to my friend and said I think I have a thing for Mike, the tech guy. Before I could say anything else she ran to our friend Mark and told him immediately, he agreed to set up a double date. I was shocked, but excited. Something felt really right about him.
Before our double date was set, the music department at my school took a trip to the Opera in NY. I managed to snag a seat right next to him. And for 3 hours we watched Madame Butterfly. I could hardly pay attention to what was going on. He was right next to me. I managed to mumble a few things to him.
The day after Christmas was our double date. And thats when I knew he was right for me; he was physically my type, very quiet, opinionated and kind.
After three months of dating I was sitting in his pick up truck and I looked over at him and said I need to tell you something, and I don’t know if you will feel the same, but I am in love with you. And he said it right back with proudness! After that night we were inseparable. If we weren’t next to each other it felt so lonely. Our hands had to be touching and we just couldn’t stop looking at each other. Our eyes were always locked. It felt as if a light had poured into my body and lit up whenever he was around.
Two years later we may have calmed a bit from the “honeymoon phase” but I still see him look at me with so much joy in his eyes. It is my favorite thing in the world.
Before Mike I had the worst luck with guys, but when I learned to accept it, thats when Mike came around. It all connected. And I say to any girl who wants love more than anything, you will find it, but you have to let it go first. When you stop worrying so much about it thats when it comes along.. I don’t know what will happen to Mike and I in the future, but right now we love each other more than anything and we truly believe we must be soul mates. There is trust and hope in our relationship, and that is all I could ask for.

Anna Josette Phipps -January 22, 2014, 9:00PM

This is adorable.. it is a beautiful thing to celebrate and share true love with these pictures and words and videos. Since I am such a romantic and wild at heart I recommend my own story:
Mark and I met in Joshua Tree, where we later recorded our first album together (and his 9th album) under Mark Matos & Os Beaches, and where we will be living as of April Fools Day. We met at our friend Pearl Charles house called “The Boulder House” which is just outside of Pioneertown in Joshua Tree, CA. Pearl is the daughter of Larry Charles who directed “Borat” and many other great films. Her story is also a beautiful and intriguing one- her relationship with Matt Adams and their successful band together The Blank Tapes http://www.theblanktapes.com/ as well as her own project called Pearl Charles and The Pipes Canyon Band who play a lot with Sean Hayes, and bands such as the Allalahs.
I am a hairdresser, artist and drummer and Mark is a songwriter, radio broadcaster, expert cook, and shaman to say the least. With our 14-year age difference we have connections that surpass time and space and our friends often compare us to a Tom Robbins novel, as well as Sailor and Lula of the Wild at Heart (David Lynch adaptation of Barry Gifford’s novel). While I know we have our own story these characters bare uncanny similarities. The circumstances with which we met we so unbelievable and last minute, that we hardly believe it ourselves.
If you would like to know more or feature us here on your blog please email me or him,
or check out our friends Matt and Pearl (of The Blank Tapes).
<3
Anna Jo

Brianne Webley -January 23, 2014, 9:14AM

My story, where to even begin.
2 hearts, 2 bodies, separate worlds, and life. Both just gotten out of a awful relationships.

I got an add one day on facebook from a farley handsome man I had never known before. He had told me I was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, we had contiuned chatting back and fourth for a couple weeks. Lust and mystery over the computer. He was in Vegas and I was in La. The anniversy of his brother dying, he decided to drive out to La because there was no one else he wanted to be with. I remeber that night opening the door, feeling shivers and mystery of lust, I new the momment I saw him, there was just something different. He held me tight like we had know eachother for a long time , took my hand and swept me off my feet. That was it.

He had told me that night I will marry you someday, there is just no one like you.

He is a southern surfer hair dresser boy from florida/texas and Im an artist/jewelry maker from the city of La. Together we would continue to drive back n fourth every weekend to eachother and go cliff jumping, hiking, sip wine and go to art galleries, lay on the beach and just ramble on and laugh as we were on an adventure, like no one else existed. Our connection, the feeling we had towards one another, like magnets, I loved him as he loved me. We both have traveled quite and bit on our own and a couple months had past and he asked me to start our journey in this life and move to Texas. We lived there for a year and then decided the states was not for us. Out of the blue we moved to Costa RIca. Nothing was holding us back and the beach life was our destiny. We share the simple aspects of life and salty air on our skin. We now live in playa hermosa in a container home in a small surfer beach town filled with wild animals and fruit trees and the tico people. Waking up everyday to surf, drink coconut water, relax, yoga practice, eat healthy ,make art and jewelry, adventure and just really live and feel alive.
This beautiful country has this effect on you and its truly magical especially for Lloyd & I.

The End,
Brianne

luke -January 24, 2014, 9:11PM

Ok surely this will only be stumbed upon, in a fate-determined sense, and hopefully not by the wrong people.
I like to express my feeling in text. A: its easier B; once explamted, ones words change another person’s perceptions, ideas, goals, paths and how they act. Not always a desirable thing to do when you cant cash the checks that your mouth is writing. and C) it fits in with my quirky ways of doing things.
I suppose a mini confession is in order.
It’s a story of frustration, sorrow, amazement and discovery. (its a relationship, it is, only never officially) Our story took place on an island far away in indonesia. A likely kick start for any coming of two persons you might think. True, paradise and free-spirited time to idle gels any two with an eye for each other. But… this connection was deeper, perhaps the part that scares me the most – so deep that it felt we met ions ago. The tragedy- like two friends who meet, click and hang out constantly for days and shorten a gap between themselves, becoming eternal friends with a depth- we did not have this opportunity. We did.. but it was obvious where the sacrifice might have to lie. And the tragic part of this story, it would be the same person who continually sacrifices themself, for relationship after relationship, simply had already arrived at his destination with no fuel left. If there was more fuel they would gladly carry on this romance and i believe it would have worked. That’s the part that scared me the most.
I never met anyone that i connected with in this sense in my life. When i think about it I’m truely glad that these connections they talk about actually do take place.
Both hopeless romantics living in a meta-world and both very intuitive that most communication happened on a subliminal level. There were too many subjects that required immediete hands on dealing with- clearly skills these skills they possesed- and this was likely the problem, because both parties already knew where this conversation was going and where it would end. As i said , too intuitive. Though a burning desire to uncover this manifested itself in a different way. I take full blame for pushing self-destruct buttons by quashing a good thing, but what was i to do. If we spoke about the underlying reality, then we would have to deal with it. And here is the romantic bit. Neither part wanted to deal with this. They still wanted the dream and were willing to change their perception of reality to preserve its stable and glowing structure.
Time can work many wonders and heal many things they say. I think time really messed up things for these two here. I want to blame another factor, parlty because these two had what they needed and nothing happened. I will always wonder what could of been and how it would of ended- actually i know slowly it would of ended greatly. There was an underlying strength when the two matched.
Retrospecively things become romanticised and like old wine, become better with age. I will fondly remember the laughter and stupidity. We laughed a lot and the smiles were genuine and with no pain. But pain creeped into the picture. Were you waiting for its arrival. I never believed it would surface. Perhaps this naive attitude was what sparked the onset of some turbulence…?
why.
I felt it incorrect to begin to fill heads with empty promises or dreams that could not be materialised. What was going to happen. I had my dark demons. I spoke of these. It was my carrier. A cliché and i hate it! i cant believe i became one. I would love to go against the grain. I love a challenge. I am a dreamer i dream big. But i also fall hard and im delicate. I cant be dropped i check every angle to make sure of every possible outcome. This is why i come across as manic and negative at times. I need to test everything… I mean everything.. at times I believe i win the medal for mania.
I suppose I cant bear the thought of being in the same position i am now in some years if things fail, so i needed to test things out. This consisted of my strange comments of my ideal woman. This often told in a secretive sense. It frustrated you.. i know why … you are depply intuitive and a worrier also. I was telling you things.. indirectly….. be these things…. be these or understand these… and we could work….
it was driven by my fears…
Now im left with the sensible life… its what i wanted apparently… but yet i feel such regret and like i left something that emanated such light. So my days have truley been darker since. My final moments were a test. I could feel things crumbing away but i wanted to show you that this was a minor problem for us, that we were inpervious becuase we had the light.
I misunderstood something becuase this was enough for you. I feel the light had disappeared for you to me. The things that once were great and fascinating about a person can quickly become the things that repel you from them. I felt this distance closing in on me. I was hoping that it was you making me suffer for my lack of respect shown to “our thing” but maybe i was wrong and you really were finding it easier to leave me. How could i ask without recoiling and facing the eternal waiting debate that ultimately would end us. I couldnt. I didnt want to be the one that ended it. I never would of been. becuase that for me is always the ultimate statement and perhaps the biggest succceder and our last chance. But sadly the end showed itself and we no longer were.
That was the story of Leah and luke

luke -January 24, 2014, 9:18PM

Ok surely this will only be stumbed upon, in a fate-determined sense, and hopefully not by the wrong people.
I like to express my feeling in text. A: its easier B; once explamted, ones words change another person’s perceptions, ideas, goals, paths and how they act. Not always a desirable thing to do when you cant cash the checks that your mouth is writing. and C) it fits in with my quirky ways of doing things.
I suppose a mini confession is in order.
It’s a story of frustration, sorrow, amazement and discovery. (its a relationship, it is, only never officially) Our story took place on an island in the gilli islands in indonesia. A likely kick start for any coming of two persons you might think. True, paradise and free-spirited time to idle gels any two with an eye for each other. But… this connection was deeper, perhaps the part that scares me the most – so deep that it felt we met ions ago. The tragedy- like two friends who meet, click and hang out constantly for days and shorten a gap between themselves, becoming eternal friends with a depth- we did not have this opportunity. We did.. but it was obvious where the sacrifice might have to lie. And the tragic part of this story, it would be the same person who continually sacrifices themself, for relationship after relationship, simply had already arrived at his destination with no fuel left. If there was more fuel they would gladly carry on this romance and i believe it would have worked. That’s the part that scared me the most.
I never met anyone that i connected with in this sense in my life. When i think about it I’m truely glad that these connections they talk about actually do take place.
Both hopeless romantics living in a meta-world and both very intuitive that most communication happened on a subliminal level. There were too many subjects that required immediete hands on dealing with- clearly skills these skills they possesed- and this was likely the problem, because both parties already knew where this conversation was going and where it would end. As i said , too intuitive. Though a burning desire to uncover this manifested itself in a different way. I take full blame for pushing self-destruct buttons by quashing a good thing, but what was i to do. If we spoke about the underlying reality, then we would have to deal with it. And here is the romantic bit. Neither part wanted to deal with this. They still wanted the dream and were willing to change their perception of reality to preserve its stable and glowing structure.
Time can work many wonders and heal many things they say. I think time really messed up things for these two here. I want to blame another factor, parlty because these two had what they needed and nothing happened. I will always wonder what could of been and how it would of ended- actually i know slowly it would of ended greatly. There was an underlying strength when the two matched.
Retrospecively things become romanticised and like old wine, become better with age. I will fondly remember the laughter and stupidity. We laughed a lot and the smiles were genuine and with no pain. But pain creeped into the picture. Were you waiting for its arrival. I never believed it would surface. Perhaps this naive attitude was what sparked the onset of some turbulence…?
why.
I felt it incorrect to begin to fill heads with empty promises or dreams that could not be materialised. What was going to happen. I had my dark demons. I spoke of these. It was my carrier. A cliché and i hate it! i cant believe i became one. I would love to go against the grain. I love a challenge. I am a dreamer i dream big. But i also fall hard and im delicate. I cant be dropped i check every angle to make sure of every possible outcome. This is why i come across as manic and negative at times. I need to test everything… I mean everything.. at times I believe i win the medal for mania.
I suppose I cant bear the thought of being in the same position i am now in some years if things fail, so i needed to test things out. This consisted of my strange comments of my ideal woman. This often told in a secretive sense. It frustrated you.. i know why … you are depply intuitive and a worrier also. I was telling you things.. indirectly….. be these things…. be these or understand these… and we could work….
it was driven by my fears…
Now im left with the sensible life… its what i wanted apparently… but yet i feel such regret and like i left something that emanated such light. So my days have truley been darker since. My final moments were a test. I could feel things crumbing away but i wanted to show you that this was a minor problem for us, that we were inpervious becuase we had the light.
I misunderstood something becuase this was enough for you. I feel the light had disappeared for you to me. The things that once were great and fascinating about a person can quickly become the things that repel you from them. I felt this distance closing in on me. I was hoping that it was you making me suffer for my lack of respect shown to “our thing” but maybe i was wrong and you really were finding it easier to leave me. How could i ask without recoiling and facing the eternal waiting debate that ultimately would end us. I couldnt. I didnt want to be the one that ended it. I never would of been. becuase that for me is always the ultimate statement and perhaps the biggest succceder and our last chance. But sadly the end showed itself and we no longer were.
That was the story of Leah and luke

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