Immortalized

As Preeti Shenoy has written, Life Is What You Make It. This is my own story of love and its stages for Blogadda's Stages of Love.

It is one of the four winning entries, as judged by Preeti Shenoy herself. The winning posts are mentioned here.

I cannot say where the story really began. It could be when I found her Facebook profile. It could be when I decided to follow her blog. It could even be when we were born. If you believe in serendipity, then this is a story that you might actually connect with. It is true. It happened to me.

My previous relationship was much longer than it should have been. It was too rocky and hurtful to have lasted that long and it affected me forever. But as it happens, everything changed because of it. I was with a neurotic control freak of a girl and hated my life. My only outlet, during the time I was with her and later, was writing. One day, fresh out of my break up, in March 2010, when this blog was not even a month old, one of my objectives was getting it more publicity. I wanted to be known as a writer. I'd gotten appreciation for my poetry and I certainly wanted more readers. I bumped into the Facebook profile of a girl in the friend list of a friend of my own (don't remember who that was) and what interested me was not her looks (even though she was incredibly pretty), but the fact that she was a fellow blogger as well. I followed the link and landed upon a little posted upon blog. It was as old as 2009 but had barely five posts. Nevertheless, I read all of them and loved what she had to express. My respect grew for the poet in her. I felt that I could connect with her. I followed her blog but did not comment as I thought it was abandoned by the wonderful writer that she was.

Months later, in October last year, I'd started using Google Reader to get updates of the recent posts of the blogs that I follow. It so happened that I got several updates from a blog that I remembered had spiked my curiosity months ago. It was the same one, then titled Breaking Dawn (now known as Metamorphosis). I remembered the name. I read the posts and was left astounded once again. She was a marvellous writer. I felt that I'd been in the same phase as she must have been facing in that period and I could understand what she wrote about. I decided to comment. Now, even then, all I was looking for was a reader (though I had a lot more by then than in March). Anyhow, a poem of hers caught my eye. It was very similar to one of my own. I decided to leave a link myself. I wondered if she would contact me.

October 9th, 2010. I got a friend request on Facebook. She'd found my profile link from my blog. I accepted. And then ensued the most enchanting first conversation I've ever had with any person alive. Until the wee hours of the morning did we chat. She studied in the same campus as did I. She was to go home that very morning.

The chatting continued and increased in frequency when she was at home. We were always on the same wavelength. I'd never known a person who could understand me completely. But she could. It seemed downright easy for her. I was getting more and more mesmerized every moment. One morning she called me. I'd never heard something as beautiful as that voice. It was far better than any music I've heard. The chiming laughter and the cute melodious way she spoke stayed with me. We met less than a fortnight later.

I could never completely express what I felt for her; not even to myself. I could only write about it. I could only let my partially stifled emotions out through verses which I didn't know would entice her. And she did the same. Since October last year, I have written many poems for her. With 'The Fall', I finally realized that what I felt for her was not love, but something far beyond. I used to believe in destiny earlier. That thought had been rubbished and thrown like sand into my eyes after my previous relationship. But this was beyond the understanding of my own.

There have been times which were difficult. I would not deny that. She was not over her previous boyfriend and I had to deal with matters I did not know how to. But we sailed through them all. Throughout the last four months, I have never felt as though this were a mistake.

We have now been in a relationship for a little more than a mere four months but I could easily say that I have never known a person so profound that every thought has depth. I've never been in a relationship so wondrous that I would not for a moment doubt that we were meant to be. Her love and everything she has done for me and written for me is a gift. 'The Gift' speaks all about it. If I could truly express what this relationship means to me, and what she means to me, I'd be a gifted writer! But with what tools of words I have, I can only say that she is the only one who left a magical imprint upon my very soul and made me believe that anything is possible. My alias, D2, which was given to me by my friends years before I even knew she existed, are also her initials. Not only that, but there's just so much inexplicably tying us together, that I can't write about it all here. I would have thought it all mere coincidence, but if anyone knew or felt what I have, they would believe otherwise. It was certainly meant to be. Serendipity is the word the dictionary gave to me. I might only say that a wizard's work is at play. Something much more powerful than love, yet following emotions on the same line, is what she and I now share. Life could not have been more wonderful. And as I have written in a poem once,

“Eternity may shed his cloak, exasperated as he gets old and feeble.
But I shall continue loving you, for this love is a gift I shall always cherish.”

This is dedicated to my dear Enchanta. I love you now and always shall.

PS. Enchanta's version of the story is 'The Very Story'. Reading mine alone would not be enough.