Dear Diary,
02/09/2025
Sometimes life gets so busy that love feels like it has to wait. That’s where I was. Work had taken over my days, and I found myself drifting from Sol, even though every moment we’re together is sunny and fun.
When Sol came back from holiday with his kids, our connection felt weaker. Calls were short, conversations shallow. I stepped back to find answers, but all I found was silence and a longing I couldn’t quite name.
I missed him, but I couldn’t say it. Not this time, not again.
Then last Monday, he phoned me. His voice sounded tired, even sad and instead of comforting him… I rushed the call. At the end he said softly “I miss you. When can I see you?”
I answered quickly “Maybe at the weekend”
when I really wanted to say was “Right now. Always!!”
Thursday night came. He came over by surprise!!
We hugged. Sat on the couch. Said almost nothing. Then he suggested dinner and that simple act broke the ice.
Over food, laughter returned and later on the couch, so did honesty.
We admitted we missed each other. Communication was our block but love? That was still there… strong and alive.
Friday morning, as he left for work, I felt this unexplained feeling in my heart, I didn’t want him to go. When I told him later, he admitted he felt the same. This time, we were on the same page. We promised to spend the weekend together.
And oh, what a weekend it became.
I thought we’d just hike and laugh. Instead, we laughed like children, shared secrets like best friends, and built trust like partners.
The highlight? Sol asked me to live with him. I nearly fell off the bed!!! And asked”For real??!!!” Me!?? Moving in! That wasn’t on my weekend checklist but maybe love doesn’t need checklists.
We also spoke about family, his kids, my daughter, the messy beauty of parenting.
It wasn’t easy to talk about, but it was real. And through it all, he listened. Really listened. I admired him more than ever…
a father, a friend to his children, a man who gives his all without complaining.
There were deep talks that ended in tears, this time, joyful tears.
Sunday night he went to the pub. There were lighthearted moments too, like when he came back declaring Guinness had “never tasted so good.” (I still don’t know if it was the pint or the weekend that had affected his taste buds.)
We went to mass, we move the dogs to diffrent location, we cooked, we laughed, and we even enjoyed the simple beauty of silence together.
The best part? Those chats.
Sol says he’s never had conversations like ours before. He calls them deep. I call them real.
They keep pulling us back to the present, reminding us that love isn’t always about grand gestures. Sometimes it’s about sitting side by side and saying, “This is us. This is enough.”
When the weekend ended, neither of us wanted to say goodbye. But we did, with long hugs and laughter and him shouting after me “Text me when you’re home!”
The simplest sentence, yet full of love.
Late evening, he rangyto check on me, as I didn’t had chance to text him. And that’s when it hit me…happiness isn’t in the big promises but in these small, consistent acts of love. A phone call. A laugh. A hug. Dinner waiting after work. Ordinary moments that become extraordinary because we share them.
I don’t know where our story is heading. But I do know this… I want to keep writing it with him, one simple day at a time. Because Sol was righ … true love does win out.
And sometimes the secret to love is simply showing up, again and again, with a smile, with patience and maybe with a pint of Guinness that “never tasted so good.”
Communication doesn’t need to be long, it needs to be consistent and honest.
Love grows strongest in small simple acts. Laughter heals faster than silence. True love isn’t perfect, it just keeps showing up.
How about you?
What does love mean to you?
Love Kay ❤️
PS: Inspired by Sol , he asked me, ‘When are you finally going to write that blog post?’ So here we are!!
Go With The Flow 