The Art of Looking Sideways
So they say it takes eight and a half minutes for the sunlight to reach the earth. I could spend all day debating that exact figure, but lately I find myself waking up and thinking about things other than agriculture or my academic pursuits. I mean, I shouldn't be complaining right? The sunlight is always there for me bright and early. Who I am to complain that it takes eight and a half minutes, give or take a few, to reach the small porthole.
Staring up from my bed, the flecks of sunlight paint the ceiling in a million shades of yellow. I know, I know, that isn't factually correct… but sometimes I just love how magical things can seem. That for a moment in time, even if it was just one grain's worth of time from an hour glass – it was my magic. Just mine. And sometimes, it's just ours.
In a world like this one, there aren't many times when we can see something perfect - plain and simple. I am surely one to know that. But that is how I know that magic exists. Because love isn't just a heightened amount of hormones or chemicals. It's neither a simple or complex mathematical equation. No, it can't be. It's magical. Definitely.
Or else I wouldn't be here lying right now, drabbling on about existentialism. It exists that all I know.
Darn it. Here I go again. I hate how I just talk and talk, think and think, and before I know I've lost everyone's attention. Ha, at least he's always there to listen.
Can I just put this out there: I just swooned. Oh my gosh, hold on one second while I squeal… I can't help it. Even quark-sized thoughts of him make me all giddy inside. This surely is the feeling of being in love.
They say he's weak. Spineless, cowardly, and more often than not, likened to a girl. You know, sometimes I have to agree with them. Even I wonder how he manages to save face in certain situations. I hope you also know the world isn't perfect. I mean, Cody definitely wasn't my definition of the perfect guy when I first met him. Truth be told, he still isn't and never will be. But, he's better than that.
He's real.
I can finally differentiate what it means to love and be in love. And like it or not, I have London to thank for this. She showed me an image from her phone one day and I literally had an epiphany. She held her phone up and told me to read the writing. Being the kind friend that I am, erghm, I gladly looked for her. So I bent my head and read it. "You look funny with your head turned sideways like that."
Poof. And just like that it dawned on me. First looking at that image I had no idea what to expect, being my analytical self, I thought it was rather edgy and smart. The black background accentuated the unreadable yellow writing. Then…. Wait for it… I turned my head sideways! London and I shared a small laugh that I know she'll keep between her and me. I get it now.
I know I sound crazy, but I get it. Just turn your head sideways. Love isn't a straightforward image. You can look at something and love it for face value, or even because it just exists. But To be in love is to look sideways and find something even better. A hidden message.
So I did the sideways thing to Cody the next time we saw each other and then I knew. It was love. The moment I tilted my head sideways I saw it. He looked at me like I was crazy… but I still saw it. Like those million shades of yellow on the ceiling, I saw a million things I love about Cody. And the hidden message behind that: he saw a million things about me too.
Aha ha ha, I don't make sense do I. Don't worry. I admit I'm crazy…. Crazily, insanely in love.
I guess, I just can't get over the fact that the person I love is 72.8% water. But then again, that is the art of looking sideways.