Fewston reservoir on the oustkirts of Harrogate is an amazing place. It is an AONSB so I’m told and really lives up to that name. The water itself is a picture to behold and you can see it from every angle, when walking through the trees that surround it. Today I got the amazing gift of time. Time with someone I love.
Earlier I blogged about the concept of love. How I had a certain hunger for it because it is new and unknown to me. I once heard in a film that everyone goes looking for love because it is the closest thing we have to magic – I thought this made sense because there are so many millions of songs about falling in love, so many novels, scripts, paintings, sculptures and websites all surrounding love, the experience of it and wanting to find it. I’d never really been that bothered, it was just another experience on my list of things to try… which may seem cold hearted to some but that was the way I thought. I met up with a boy with no intention of starting a serious relationship. Our first date was at the cinema, going to go see the A- Team. It was a fantastic film, granted. I also walked out of the cinema in the same mindset. But then the weekend following he invited me to the beach. This was a catcher because the beach, for a start is my favourite place (and I could do a whole other blog on the sea and how powerful and amazing that is, but thats for another day) and it was with someone who apparently I seemed to be having fun with. He can drive so we met at Leeds train station, flipped a coin to decide which coast and drove. Since spending that day with him an attachment with him has just grown.
And now, here we are, taking romantic walks around an amazing reservoir, declaring how much fun it would be to live with one another. Not a lot could be much better. Being with a person is one thing, but somehow it grows when you are in an amazing place as well. It sets the atmosphere at the same time making the mood between us a little different and thats when it starts to feel like magic, I could have stayed there forever. We left our phones, our commitments, our whole responsibilities behind. Our busy lives waiting for us in the promise of tommorow – but it was the present that mattered, and the cliche line: the promise of tomorrow, bairly even made a peep. Besides, the future looks quite good. Walks around amazing reservoirs that have a life of their own with a boy I’m falling for. It isn’t half bad.
Cooper,