The Eternal Lovesong of Mr Wolf and Miss Rosa Pink

By Pam Martin-Lawrence

The Crush....or did the universe just whisper “soulmates”?

HIM

She commented again! On my gigs post. Asked me to say hi to Kopervik. She's so. . .she comes over at full volume, more real than anyone else on the planet. Lately when she comments, I hear her speaking! Like she's talking to only me. I hear if she’s happy or sad, hopeful or shy.

So I’ve decided: I'm going to respond. If I don't, we're never going to be together, and I can't imagine or bear that. The gig’s in two weeks. Haven't thought the details through, but an idea's starting to take shape. My stomach’s doing the flip-thing and I feel a bit sick.

HER

I feel a bit sick, I’m giddy and I can't stop smiling! I made another comment, about my PhD: Kopervik Sandstone. Not long after, a notification pinged: Mine and eight other recent comments had been ‘liked’. Nothing before mine.

I know I'm being ridiculous. I'm overthinking. I remember doing exactly this at fourteen. But. But in my head, I think he wanted to like my comment, but didn't want to be obvious, so he liked comments until he came to mine then stopped. I know. Ridiculous. He doesn't know I exist. . .

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Open and Shut

SATURDAY

He knocked on my door at six twenty-two. Seven hours and forty minutes after he messaged me from Gardermoen saying he was coming and asking my address! And barely eleven hours since his DM declaration woke me, and I admitted - with a💗- that I feel the same.

Waiting firework-fizzy I heard the taxi stop, and froze! It took his knuckles hitting the door to free me. Threw it open, and we met for the first time IRL.

SUNDAY

Timorous face peeping round her front door, owl-eyed, pink as her name – if she didn’t already have me heart and soul, it would have been then. I came home in that moment. But we were strange. Strangers. Not us, not Rosa and Mr Wolf.

Late, when the DM hit I rushed to her, stumbling down those endless stairs. At first I couldn’t even find her bedroom door. Then I did, and we got back to us.

MONDAY

Boat doors slid shut, beloved face through salty-tear-streaked window my proof-of-love. Until a month-and-counting. It'll be plane doors slamming behind me, Oslo and forever with him just two hours in the future.

And the universe will light a little lantern, doors thrown wide, welcoming two more fated-soulmates home.

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Koselig is the New Hygge

Packed all my sweaters and flew north to be with my Norwegian wolf as the leaves were turning. Bright brave flashes exploded like fireworks before slowly fading to monochrome. But he was the light of my life, and the closeness of him was enough to make me burn hard as white phosphorus.

Halloween slipped by in a sulphury whirl, pumpkins and parties and first swirling snow flakes. Mr Wolf smiled wider with every passing week as we waltzed into winter. The nights drew in but we drew the curtains and lit the lamps.

Advent appeared out of the gloom. Tinsel and tobogganing from Frognerseteren, snowblind and Christmas-crazy. Days were short and shiny with fairylight magic.

But the nights. Oh those long dark nights! Swaddled in blankets and illuminated by firelight and candles. Drunk on the scent of the wolf-in-a-pine-forest of him, the slip-slide of his skin on mine and the taste of him on my tongue: all my favourite things, chocolate and sunshine and home.

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The Proposal (or how Mr Wolf finally won his little pink dormouse's paw in matrimony)

My Valentine’s #trackoftheday is One Life by James Bay.
Five huge little words hidden in the middle.
Promised myself, if she mentions them I can ask her.
Even though it's too early.
She's scrupulous like that – said six months, like we spit on our hands and shook on it.

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Twelve days short, but
been humming it for a week.
To her, in our bed
(in her arms, in our room, living small with my big dreams).
to bed it in.
Shifty. *shrugs*

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Late into night now, nestled down deep in that bed.
Her paw on my arm and her heart in her eyes:
“Wolfling, y'know that song. . ?”
“Yes, Pinky?”
“Didya mean it?”
“< Do you wanna marry me?>?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Yes!”
“Yes?”
“YES!!!!”

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Skađi and Ullr, Eternally-fated Soulmates

“Do you remember First-time?”

His oh-so-familiar café noir eyes rest on my face with all the hope in the world. His voice soft, studiously casual – like, it doesn’t matter one little bit if you don’t, Miss P. . .

“Oh I remember lots of first times, Mr W. Your first DM. My first comment—”

“Flott låt, your little nearly-rhyme. It magically glowed pink, so I knew it was you.”

“And I knew it was you. Ullr – my wolf. I remember everything. Always meeting on that snowy track under the Northern Lights. We always will, in every life. Right up to Last-time. And it will never be enough.”

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