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Confession, and a free short story

I have a confession to make: a computer program is responsible for the every day happiness I’ve experienced for the past three years. That’s because three years ago today, that computer program told me I might be romantically compatible with a man who lived 2.5 hours from me. I took a look at his picture, clicked a few buttons, and have never looked back.

That’s right. I met my husband through an online dating site. *blushes*

We live in a strange new age where that actually happens pretty frequently–more and more people are connecting online and finding their true friends, their soul mates. It makes sense, as society expands into the ethernet that we would have to expand dating/mating customs to there as well. Sounds kind of sci-fic when you look at it that way. I look at it from an anthropological mindset, and find it fascinating.

But regardless of how I met my half of my OTP, I love him in ways that are both mind blowingly profound and vomit-inducingly adorable. We are the perfect partners in crime–he makes me laugh when I’m anxious and sad, and I’m willing to dive to catch him when he falls/passes out at the altar at our wedding (yes that really happened). We can both talk for hours about the spiritual implications of The Dark Crystal, the perfect balance of flavors in Thai hot and sour soup, and why Wax Work and Wax Work II: Lost In Time are the most perfect horror films of all time.

You done good, compatibility robot/program. You done good.

Anyway, on to the second part of this post, the free short story!

Two months after I met my husband, I did something I had never done before: I wrote a short story for him, as a birthday gift. I was inspired by strange dreams I’d had since I’d met him, odd pseudo-memories of other lives I may or may not have lived. And he had asked me once, half asleep and maybe dreaming, “Where do I know you from?”

And that was all the inspiration I needed for this story, which I’m posting here for free in honor of the many freak occurances that led us to each other.

I hope you enjoy it :)

A Lover and its Ghosts

Somewhere there’s an ocean,
salty dark and deep,
that swallows stars into its heart,
and lulls the sky to sleep.
There swims a single memory,
amidst the floating lights
like lanterns lit for long lost souls
as naked as the night;
It weaves between the luminescence,
dances on the crests
of waves too far from salt-stained shores
that catch what comes to rest.
But sometimes when the moon is full
and galaxies align,
reflecting on the ocean
one can glimpse amidst the brine
the sight of what has lingered there,
more brilliantly than most
the memory of what once was:
a lover, and its ghost.

-M.C.F. Nov. 2010

 

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