It's now a year later, and I'm wondering if this task is impossible. Murphy and I played again, a year later, at BED, and it was long overdue. I've thought about a million ways to describe the intensity, the intimacy, but I kept coming short. At first, I thought it was because I am a poor writer- nothing I tapped into this little text window seemed to be fitting, nothing seemed to capture the moment the way it was. I think this might be my fourth or fifth attempt to just describe BED2015 with Murphy. I'm just not that talented.
But as I'm writing this, I think I finally have realized that the reason I have such a hard time writing anything is because I don't want to share those experiences, those stolen moments I share with Murphy. It's selfish, really. There's something very extraordinarily personal when he ties me and I just can't quite bring myself to let the world into my brain and heart when it comes to my rope-lationship with the one and only BlueRisk.
I will say that Murphy was the first person I trusted besides Moco to tie me more than once- and he never failed to live up to that trust. He's someone I felt like I didn't have to guard myself to, to protect my feelings and emotions from. And anything I've ever given to him always seemed to comeback tenfold. It really just more than bottoming to Murphy, more than just being in his rope. It's like being enveloped in the best story, a beautifully written novella, created just for you.
This post feels like it's ending on a weird note, but that's because it's not ending. Like my ropelationship, it's just beginning to start.