Goodbye, journey.

Not that anyone reads this, but on the off-chance someone should stumble upon it, before you judge too harshly...actually, I don't really care if you do or not. I like Dawson's Creek. I would even say, I love Dawson's Creek. I have ever since its first episode, when I would watch it in the extra bedroom of the house on 72nd Drive. When I would tape it religiously on some ancient Kodak VHS tapes, now more obsolete than Discmans or hand-written letters.

But in the past oh year and nine months (to the day, incidentally, happy anniversary to the mister), my beloved show has taken on an even greater, deeper, and more cherished meaning. I'll never forget how I told him that I'd liked the show, and not long after he'd scored the first couple discs of the series for me (maybe or maybe not or maybe through unscrupulous means, since I had an equal loathe for buying DVDs at their exorbitant prices as I did love for the show contained within), and we embarked on a many-month long quest, voyage, and journey deep into not only the show, but into our histories, our past, and each other.

Maybe it sounds cheesy, fine. But I will always remember so fondly going through this tv show series with him...for the first time I'd ever seen all the episodes (I stopped watching after it got seriously lame in the third or fourth season), let alone all back to back, all the nights on the couch cuddled up alone in the house, through the summers and the winter, or the nights with Melissa right there raiding on her computer, the times we'd sit down with dinner and see where it was going to take us next and what over-done drama or awfully-familiar scenes might play out that night. It's the first time I've ever watched a series like that, all the way through, especially one so close to my heart with old familiar and well-loved faces (especially since I was NEVER one to get into tv in that way), and by the end of it, remembering all the things that happened has a definite nostalgic air to it as reminiscing over my own life.

And I'm not talking just the good episodes, of which there were many. I'm also talking about the GOD AWFUL NOT ANOTHER ONE LIKE THIS ones...of which there were plenty (though thankfully after a rough go of it, season three or four or whatever it is did jerk into a haltingly better phase, and then managed to pull back out of it - it was never the same, of course, but it was still Dawson's. What can I say.).

Anyway, I just felt the need to say goodbye, to the show, which even though it ended some 5 years ago, is only now ending for me, but more importantly, to this really truly FUN time that Ray and I have shared for the past almost two years by sharing it between us, almost exclusively. It was our little thing. Our little guilty pleasure, that we'd never want the guys at hockey to know about, but that we'd never want to abandon. I am so sorry and sad to see it go, not just because the story is over, but because these little shared moments of this chapter are as well. I mean, such is life, and it's not like "the end of the world" or anything, but does it really have to be in order to deserve some pause and reverence? We'll go on now, to perhaps one of his sci-fi shows which I'm probably as averse to watching as he initially was when I uttered the two words that can be spoken by your female counterpart "Dawson's Creek" preceded by "Honey, let's watch..." which are almost as feared by the modern male as those other two words completing that phrase: "The Notebook".

There will be more stories, and more chapters, and more time spent together, in front of the screen, and out in real life. I am excited for the things to come, the things that are, and of course, as always...for those things that have been.

Goodbye, Dawson's...

And happy 17th, Diggity.