Year One
Posted by: writtenpurpose451 on: July 23, 2009
We’d finished class, out before noon.
I’d already asked this sweet boy to lunch, and scared him with my indecisiveness.
And still, there I was, on his couch. We were watching 21, I movie that will forever remain special and dear to me. I remember I kept thinking how this was the guy from Across the Universe and how odd it was that he didn’t have his thick gummy, English accent.
I was a long, long movie, and throughout its duration the boy and I were in constant motion. Scooting closer, then further…rearranging our bums and tucking our legs. We’d touch occasionally, and that was like fire. I’d been difficult the last few days, but now I was certain of what I wanted. Him, and only him. He was perfect.
21 finally came to an end, which promptly started a strategically places pillow fight by me. The only time a girl ever starts a pillow fight with a boy is because she wants to kiss him. You know it’s true. And so fight we did, and as if directed by the magic of our desires, he pinned me. But before either of us could take a breath, I shot up, and our lips met. Holding myself up by my then frequently used ab muscles, we kissed so gently, so perfectly. I was in love.
The last year has been filled to the rim with moments like this that just work perfectly. The first year is significant to me because this person is no longer a stranger. We’ve spent 365 days, day and day out learning and loving, and if it’s any sort of preview as to what the next 80 years will be like, count me in.
Happy Anniversary, Mister.
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