We all have a love story. Just as all our of lives are simply stories within stories. If we all wrote down our own journey how incredible would it be? To see the inner workings of everyone's mind and heart? I have never really shared this part of my story outside of close friends and family, but the past couple months I have felt compelled to. My love story is what lead me to where I am today, its what took me all over the world, its what tested me and urged me to grow. It also made me believe that truly, anything in this life you desire can be yours if you put everything you have into it. In another time, another world I am not sure if we would have found each other and yet it feels like we have known each other in many other lives other than this one. I was 15 coming on 16 and he was 17. We were so young with minds that yearned to explore the world, and fall madly in love. Which we did despite the fact that he came from Liverpool, and I from Los Angeles. This road has been less than easy, I never lie about that. When people speak of how great our romance is, I agree, but I always add that our love is covered in our sweat, blood, and oh so many tears. Years of long distance, missed phone calls, family tragedies where we could only cry over the phone instead of hold tightly to one another. Break ups, so many break ups, fights, & its over forever. To only come running into one another's arms. Note: One New Years Eve when I was studying in England we got into an awful fight, and I did in fact end up running across Liverpool City to say sorry. Our story is messy but its also filled with triumph and hope and an enduring love that always seems to win in the end. Why am I going to share this story, our personal letters? Because I truly feel like love needs to conquer. With so much hate in the world right now, I want to fill this space with stories of LOVE. I also want to share my truth. And the truth is that chasing love lead me to where I am today. It has been the light in at times a very dark sky. And as I, his summer wind jet across every horizon, he my English rain calls me back home, wraps me in warmth and allows me to stay a while. And so I open with one of my very favorite letters from George when we were 17 years old. xo
I don't have paper as pretty as yours but hopefully this letter will be just as lovely. I miss everything about you and what we have together, nothing will ever replace that. I wish you knew what I know and feel, it's more than you ever dare to think of. You are my girl ,you are my future, you are my jokes and laughs. You are my one.
Over the past few days I cannot stop thinking about you. I am rarely happy when I am not around you. In some aspects being without you makes me work harder and focus on my goals, but most of the time I am lost.
I cannot wait to come in summer and be with you, and be one with geology. I hope you can come with me some days and be my little assistant, that would be the best. You make me feel like I can achieve what I want, you fill me with vast amounts of confidence.
I wish I could be with you on Valentines Day, but at least I know we have plenty in the future to make up for these next few we'll miss. I hope you know that too your knowing and believing us means the world to me. It is the one thing I ever want.
You and I are going to be together to the very end, the extreme end, way after we are gone from here.
I dream of the days when we're both pulling into our drive from a hard but enjoyable days work, you in your truck and me in my mini.
You are the best.
I'm sorry I can be useless in some ways. I promise to always make up for it in a thousand others.
Lots of Love Georgie xoxoxo The American way, for my American girl!