The Test of Love has began and yesterday the first question of The Sphinx's Riddle was posed for solving. I am so grateful to the Gods it went OK. The feedback was positive, an agreement was reached with The Sphinx… but ‘settlement’ better describes it since we had to opt for a few things we won’t enjoy and other things that will take a lot of effort that we’re completely ready for. Behold the liberation of Thebes!
The story of our love goes way WAY back. We saw each other through childhood and adolescence, through great happy times and morbid bleak ones, through crashing at rock bottom and bouncing back up with full momentum. He knew me through my chubby, nerdy, bushy eye-browed years when he was the star of middle school. He knew me through my years of reckless experimentation with different stimuli ranging from human beings to substance. He knew me through my mistakes and misfortunes. He knew me and loved me at my worst as well as at my best.
I knew him through his super star athlete days, through his womanizing days, through 4 years of his ex girlfriend. The same 4 years I was with my bastard ex. I too know his worst as he knows mine. There was always something, a spark that existed ever since the innocent days. But through the years, we turned our backs to it several times. Whenever the spark was resurrected we’d leave it un-nourished and it would fade, but it never died. Until we recently found each other again through a highly improbable coincidence, the spark’s roots survived the years. It survived years of being buried under layers of unintended separation from one another, car accidents, sickness, surgeries, plates, and rods, casual meaningless hook ups, and other serious but destructive ones, layers of loosing friends, and making new ones, years of new jobs and old jobs, it was buried under layers of life. It was buried, but it survived. The second we saw each other after 3 years of separation the spark became alive with light and bloomed like spring in a second.
On the first night we ran into each other I said something very hurtful to him… I didn’t mean it. But no matter how much he says other wise I know it hurt him… because saying it hurt me too. And that night few tears trickled to my pillow. He drove off the second I said it and the screech of his first gear crushed me inside. I told a mutual friend who was present to apologize to him for me because I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to I swear, but sometimes my defense mechanisms project my insecurities on others. I was sorry, I still am, and he accepted my apology, and let me back in and the rest is history… or maybe it’s not as simple as history, but that will be another post.
Ever since that night he reassured me out of all my doubt, fears, and reluctance. He set me free from most of what chains my heart, mind, body, and soul, except a few more shackles he’s still working on. But surely even if slowly we’ll go together to a place where we can fly without wings and enrich our love after he breathed life into me.
We meet every night in our dreams. Last night, when we were indulging each other at the feet of a large Mohamed Ali statue overlooking the old city from the citadel, a wave of overwhelming ecstasy whirled over me, humbling all my notions of pride and arrogance, making me see how truly small and powerless I am in front of love, flooding my eyes with the happiest tears ever shed.
We will kill The Sphinx
Our love will conquer the world
And Thebes will bear our fruit
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