22

I met Jeremy 22 years ago, today.  How surreal.  Who knew this day would be such a game changer for both of us.  Jeremy and I have such history.  I have often smiled about the chemistry we have had over the years.  As friends, there was a playfulness between us.  But never anything past that.  I respected what he and Sandra had.  I have this deep seeded respect for those committed to each other.  I like to call it girl code.  Not every one woman abides by it.  I try to because I would hope others would abide by it to.  Call it a pay it forward, if you will.  But it's always been there.  Javier was so insistent of me meeting Jeremy.  Jeremy is a guys' guy.  It's really hard to put into words the draw that he has.  I've seen it as his friend.  I've seen it as his girlfriend.  And I've seen it as his wife and best friend.  I always joked into the past that there were two guys the answer would be yes.  One, oddly enough, I got my chance to see if there was something between us.  We'll call him...Chris.  But something just didn't fit or feel right.  Despite a huge crush since I was 12 years old.  I had known Chris that long.  And then, there was Jeremy.  It took us 12 years before we were both in a good place to date.  And we've never looked back.  We have had our struggles.  I express a lot.  He expresses very little.  But we have figured it out.  Why? Because we love each other.  And maybe we saw...maybe we knew....we fit.  We just fit.  There is a deep seeded friendship between Jeremy and I.  I feel it and enjoy it in the quiet moments we have.  I feel it when we are snuggling or hugging.  I even feel it when we aren't too fond of each other.  I look back and wonder what sparked...the spark? I can tell you when I fell for him.  It was a year later.  I was taking guitar lessons at school.  I had a break before my next class.  And I placed my guitar down.  I usually hung out with gamer friends.  The same group.  In fact, I was the only girl.  That wasn't unusual.  Being one of the guys.  SA later and "G"  came later the next year.  And before I knew it, Jeremy had picked up my guitar and started playing.  I watched him.  He didn't look up.  He just played.  And then looked a couple of times at the end.  And somehow...I knew.  I wasn't going to say anything.  He knew when he met me.  He wasn't going to say anything.  It's not our style.  So when he split, we finally said something to each other...and boom.... We have talked about today, 22 years ago.  We have talked about how we felt.  It's a love story of sorts.  It's our love story.  It's our friendship story.  I'm proud of our story.  Because when the time was right.....there we were.  And here we are.  22 years later.  I am still trying to wrap myself around that number. 22. Half of my life.  22.  It feels...surreal.  Transendence from Karmacosmic is on.