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I still remember my first date with Michelle, I even remember the day we met, but that's not the point.
I brought a rose, because she had told me over an IM (which I received at the E2 cafe on 157st and 137ave) that her favorite smell was that of roses.
I went through the trouble of buttoning up fourteen buttons (leaving the top one open so I can breathe), wearing a belt and even cleaning a pair of shoes I wore every day. I remember putting my guitar, which I loved so much, in it's case then into my car. I had tuned the guitar, rather carefully beforehand.
I was nervous, I had a real attraction to someone after having my heart shattered. I was scarred.
I waited at a table, for a little longer than I pleased, for her to show up. She was the most beautiful thing I had seen, making it hard to turn words into thoughts and sentences.
We watched a movie to which I currently own a stuffed figure she got and and I also own the DVD of. When she rested her head on my arm I was in heaven, ready to die a happy man and not knowing how much better thing would become.
We ended it a few days later.
Michelle and I stayed friends, and I even tried to help her with her boyfriend as I just took the punches from doing so. I offended her by accident by telling the truth, and apologized for teh delivery for a while thereafter.
About a year after the first date we got back together, and I got to feel everything all over again. I remember her friend commenting about how we act like a couple, and me wishing it so before the night was over.
So long after meeting her I still remember my breath leaving me, my grasp of the English language slipping, and my mad scramble for logic that followed.
I remember the wonder, the awe, and the joy.
But now I get to add Love.
Michelle still gives me all of the feelings of joy and wonder I've associated with her for so long, but for the past many months I've also felt the strongest Love I've known.
hearing her voice over the phone makes the worst of days better, and hearing her say "I love you" makes me become so much more than I thought was possible.
Love is a truly wonderious thing.
I brought a rose, because she had told me over an IM (which I received at the E2 cafe on 157st and 137ave) that her favorite smell was that of roses.
I went through the trouble of buttoning up fourteen buttons (leaving the top one open so I can breathe), wearing a belt and even cleaning a pair of shoes I wore every day. I remember putting my guitar, which I loved so much, in it's case then into my car. I had tuned the guitar, rather carefully beforehand.
I was nervous, I had a real attraction to someone after having my heart shattered. I was scarred.
I waited at a table, for a little longer than I pleased, for her to show up. She was the most beautiful thing I had seen, making it hard to turn words into thoughts and sentences.
We watched a movie to which I currently own a stuffed figure she got and and I also own the DVD of. When she rested her head on my arm I was in heaven, ready to die a happy man and not knowing how much better thing would become.
We ended it a few days later.
Michelle and I stayed friends, and I even tried to help her with her boyfriend as I just took the punches from doing so. I offended her by accident by telling the truth, and apologized for teh delivery for a while thereafter.
About a year after the first date we got back together, and I got to feel everything all over again. I remember her friend commenting about how we act like a couple, and me wishing it so before the night was over.
So long after meeting her I still remember my breath leaving me, my grasp of the English language slipping, and my mad scramble for logic that followed.
I remember the wonder, the awe, and the joy.
But now I get to add Love.
Michelle still gives me all of the feelings of joy and wonder I've associated with her for so long, but for the past many months I've also felt the strongest Love I've known.
hearing her voice over the phone makes the worst of days better, and hearing her say "I love you" makes me become so much more than I thought was possible.
Love is a truly wonderious thing.