How did it all begin? A love of music, a friend recognizing such, and a magical vacation to the middle of nowhere. Before they even met, mix CDs were exchanged. The Internet: so creepy, yet so functional. And it’s funny how something so simple can trigger two things: a reminder of music once loved but abandoned, and a life-long relationship.
After a rather casual first meeting, a month later he offered tickets to a festival and a hotel room in a city to be met half-way. As the first whim seemed to work out on the better end of the spectrum, the second wasn’t a very difficult decision.
Turns out this was the correct choice, too. Two days of music, all his taste and all hers formerly, sparked a renewed interest in both. Cavorting in a place where neither lived, it was separate from reality and seemed just as dreamlike. The magical magic started flowing.
For many long months, these two people traversed back and forth between somewhat distant locales, kept connected via Internet and telephone, and began to make plans. After all, what is the point of a long distance relationship if there’s not a plan in place to eventually make it not long distance?
In the meantime, when the visits happened, they were usually spent somewhere amidst the universe of live music. Whether it was purely for dancing and pleasure or for discovering and evaluating local talent, music remained the key link between the two of them. He was a performer while she was an admirer, but the excitement was just as high for one as the other.
And so it was about eight months after their first face-to-face introduction that she uprooted and the two of them shacked up to start a life together. And it was a year to the day after that first vacation that the two of them, surrounded by friends and as much music as could be crammed into one space in the names of idolatry and entertainment that these two joined forever in mutual adoration and commitment to a life together.
Here’s to the music never ending.
I love you, John, and may you enjoy the rest of your life at my side.
–gloomchen
