Contiguous.

My book for the week is David Levithan’s Lover’s Dictionary. Just like what the title suggests, it is a dictionary – of words alphabetized and well, the meaning of the words indicated. This is what’s unusual with this book. It gives a different “meaning” to a word. I love how Levithan played with the words and how he intertwine these with the progress of a love story or a relationship ( I think, as I’m still on letter D ).

My favorite word, after page 75 of 211 on my ebook is Contiguous. I love it. I love how California and Nevada are explained to be in love when the meaning as per Merriam- Webster is touching along a boundary or at a point ( see that’s unusual and makes it interesting!).

Surely this will keep me awake tonight!

Well, below is the whole meaning of the word. “

“contiguous, adj.

I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I had to explain. “When I was a kid,” I said, “I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it — you know, the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her — California and Nevada, completely in love. So a lot of the time when we’re like this” — my ankles against the backs of your ankles, my knees fitting into the backs of your knees, my thighs on the backs of your legs, my stomach against your back, my chin folding into your neck — “I can’t help but think about California and Nevada, and how we’re a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map, that’s what we’d look like; that’s how we are.”

For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered, “Contiguous.” And I knew you understood.”

Aaawwww! 😁

Excerpt From: Levithan, David. “The Lover’s Dictionary.”

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Not now, but in time.

I have been praying for The One.

Even telling the universe that I am now ready after eight months since the last.  I am hopeful.  I believe.  I claim.

But at church earlier, it dawned on me that what if I am the one who’s not ready yet.    Maybe the Universe is waiting for me to be really ready and not just the out-of-blue ready-because-I-convince-myself-that-I-am.  It may be waiting for me to be stronger so that I can finally immerse into the beautiful but complex intricacies of the feelings and responsibilities of being on a relationship.

And so I asked myself am I? And without much ado, I answered, I am not yet.  I am scared.  I can’t trust myself yet to take the not so good side of a relationship.  My trust quotient to the opposite sex is still low.  I still generalize that all men only have bad intentions and they still leave after they get what they intend to get.  That they break promises and are all unfaithful.

And so I pray.  For myself.  And for my the one.  I pray that he be patient enough to wait for me until I become whole and complete.  Until I am ready to be with him. image

That’s not very hard right?  May the universe be as willing to take that for now.