Here goes ...
I remember:
Sitting at starbucks with you, when it was just you and me for the very first time. I thought your eyes were the prettiest I’d ever seen.
Standing with you above the country club in my neighborhood, looking down at the pool below. Sitting on the swings and wanting to kiss you.
Breathing in your scent for the first time.
Calling you crying about how a friend had hurt me. I was crying so hard I could barely even hear you on the other end. After half an hour or so, I felt better than I had in weeks.
The look on your face right before our first kiss.
Sitting with you in your gorgeous back yard on the 4th of July.
Being wrapped up in your arms before I left for the fall semester. You were leaving my house and I wanted so badly just to jump in your car and go with you …
Spending the night with you for the first time, falling asleep with my head on your chest.
Waking up with you for the first time. I rolled over, wrapped myself around you, and went back to sleep.
Telling you I had met someone else. Listening to you in absolute shock when you said that you knew, and that it was okay.
Telling you that I was going to meet up with someone else in another state. Listening to you tell me that I should do it.
Lying next to someone else while he was playing with my hair. You called me then and when we hung up, I realized I was annoyed that you called.
Coming back to the hotel that night and calling you, and realizing suddenly how much I wished I had gone home to see you that weekend. I don’t think I’d ever missed you more.
Calling you up and crying to you about how much the other guy had hurt me. There was no anger or resentment in your voice, only compassion.
You offering me milk almost every time I’ve been mad at you. Somehow it always helps.
Rolling over in bed at night thinking you were next to me … when really you were 3 hours away.
Realizing our relationship was truly official when you had memorized my regular McDonald’s order.
You bringing me chocolate for breakfast.
Getting a dozen roses sent by you on a day when I was really sad and stressed out.
Our anniversary. Every minute of it. I have worn no other necklace but that locket ever since.
All the countless times I’ve held you or been wrapped up in your arms, all the times I’ve breathed you in, all the times you’ve kissed me.
And I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done that hurt you. No matter what happens or where we end up, I will never stop loving you.
Even if I throw a fit when you leave my bathroom completely flooded. ;-)
Sitting at starbucks with you, when it was just you and me for the very first time. I thought your eyes were the prettiest I’d ever seen.
Standing with you above the country club in my neighborhood, looking down at the pool below. Sitting on the swings and wanting to kiss you.
Breathing in your scent for the first time.
Calling you crying about how a friend had hurt me. I was crying so hard I could barely even hear you on the other end. After half an hour or so, I felt better than I had in weeks.
The look on your face right before our first kiss.
Sitting with you in your gorgeous back yard on the 4th of July.
Being wrapped up in your arms before I left for the fall semester. You were leaving my house and I wanted so badly just to jump in your car and go with you …
Spending the night with you for the first time, falling asleep with my head on your chest.
Waking up with you for the first time. I rolled over, wrapped myself around you, and went back to sleep.
Telling you I had met someone else. Listening to you in absolute shock when you said that you knew, and that it was okay.
Telling you that I was going to meet up with someone else in another state. Listening to you tell me that I should do it.
Lying next to someone else while he was playing with my hair. You called me then and when we hung up, I realized I was annoyed that you called.
Coming back to the hotel that night and calling you, and realizing suddenly how much I wished I had gone home to see you that weekend. I don’t think I’d ever missed you more.
Calling you up and crying to you about how much the other guy had hurt me. There was no anger or resentment in your voice, only compassion.
You offering me milk almost every time I’ve been mad at you. Somehow it always helps.
Rolling over in bed at night thinking you were next to me … when really you were 3 hours away.
Realizing our relationship was truly official when you had memorized my regular McDonald’s order.
You bringing me chocolate for breakfast.
Getting a dozen roses sent by you on a day when I was really sad and stressed out.
Our anniversary. Every minute of it. I have worn no other necklace but that locket ever since.
All the countless times I’ve held you or been wrapped up in your arms, all the times I’ve breathed you in, all the times you’ve kissed me.
And I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done that hurt you. No matter what happens or where we end up, I will never stop loving you.
Even if I throw a fit when you leave my bathroom completely flooded. ;-)