So I was going through some old journals the other day when I stumbled upon a journal from when I lived in Portugal. Jess and I had just started dating in January before I left for school and then Portugal in July. While we were in the middle of this two year long distance relationship I was trying to imagine what reuniting would look like, how we could grow so much as individuals and yet still be compatible as a couple after all of our unshared experiences. After all our travels would she still be mine? Out of this thought process I journaled these words…

Dear Journal,
Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that theres time to grow

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way
Thank you for always listening dear journal
Signed- Ryan*

* Please note that a majority of this post is bs and must be disregarded as a random blog post thought up on a boring bus ride. While I do have a deep love for my wife, while our distance relationship in Portugal was miserable at times, and while it is about time to write a post about how wonderful she is…this is not that post.