Exactly two years ago today, at approximately 2am (Portland time), I received a notification from OkCupid informing me that someone had left me a message. It was a simple and short message. It was from a strange girl in Omaha that I had never met who went by the handle of “Tsairacy”. It spoke of gaming and movie marathons, the assumption of strange faces for the sake of photography and of becoming best friends. It was signed with the name “Molly Jean”. Little did I realize at the time the implications that this message would have on the course of my life. After perusing the profile of this strange girl and (much to my dismay) discovering that she not only lived far, far away from me but that she was also very much NOT single, I decided to reply anyways. A single message and a single reply turned into a veritable avalanche of conversation. Seriously, if I had written so many words per day on my book, it would have been done in 2 weeks. Speaking of 2 weeks… it was less than 2 weeks later that I officially decided that this was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with (a special thanks to Holly, Alex, Toni, Chris and anyone else that had to endure my nonsensical and stalkerishly romantic tirades). Non-singleness and 2000 miles of open road be damned! How could such a wonderfully perfect person exist and the two of us not be meant for each other? After all, OkCupid rated us as a 99% match and that has to mean something, right? Of course, there remained that most critical issue of her being in a relationship. So I decided I would wait. If something did not work out for her, I would step in and make my feelings known. I would boldly declare “We are legend! We are two of a kind! You are the sword to my shield, the Zelda to my Link, the pen to my paper!” And so the months went by… We grew much closer. We messaged each other, we Skyped, we sent random Facebook posts to let each other know that we were on each other’s mind. I talked of the book I was writing and she responded, enthralled. I can honestly say that if it wasn’t for this strange, Omaha girl that I would never have finished Grey Spaces. She was a catalyst to everything creative in me. Then one day, in February of this year (right around Valentine’s Day), I got incredibly drunk while Skyping with this girl and decided that I could hold back no longer. After bombarding myself with Daft Punk all night, I sent her a video declaring my feelings (since just saying them outright is entirely too brave and straightforward for one such as myself). Then… she responded. And she responded with like feelings. And our journey together began in earnest. Now, I have been in Omaha for just over five months. These have been some of the best months of my life and I have had the pleasure of spending them with one of the most amazing people on the face of this planet. Someone that laughs at my ridiculous jokes and responds in an equally absurd manner, someone that became emotional when Troy left Community, someone that alleviates my fears and comforts me even when what I’m feeling seems trivial or childish. Someone that I love beyond what even a poet’s word can express. Thank you, Molly OBlivion for sending me that random message two years ago. Thank you for inviting me into your life. And thank you for not blocking me on Facebook when I told you that I had loved you for almost as long as I had known you. You’ve been a treasure in my life far more valuable than I deserve. And I will always strive to be everything that you need, from love and from life.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 07:27:47 +0000
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