Well, here we are, finally. This is the one I’ve been hanging onto for a while now, not because I don’t want to, only because I am still trying wrap my head around it. I will probably break into tears in the midst of this story. I hope that makes me the romantic all of my readers know I have tried to be. The truth is I am wondering to myself what love really is in my life. I believed I knew, and I related to the idea that love is not always easy.
Many years ago, I met someone that appeared in my life unexpectedly. I remember the day we met, well not right away, it took awhile before we ended up together in class with an opportunity to speak. But that first day. I remember glancing around the room, in a large circle, everyone taking notice of each other. I was already sizing up the room and questioning whether I would connect with anyone in the room. There was a guy whom became my friend down the road. We had a theater affinity, both running our own programs in our respective schools.
Then it happened, she walked into the room, a few minutes late, the professor was just about to start introductions, so she was able to whisk in with little disruption. She spoke a couple of words and then sat in an open chair across the room. Wearing white shorts and a tank top pull over, I immediately thought I was going to like this class. Time went on and we found ourselves in situations of dialogue, shared stories of our lives, and took purposeful glances at each other’s wedding rings. Purposeful is very specific, yet correct in the analogy.
Cutting to the chase we went to the classes together, started sitting with each other, met for coffee a couple of times, and by the time we had our closing day of tours around the arts community, we sat together at a play and like two kids held our composure with just almost touching each other but being careful not to overstep. After the show, I gave her a ride to her car, the energy between each other waiting to explode but we held on. This was our last opportunity to be with one another and we said good-bye and I was yearning. A couple of days went by and I wrote her a letter in email.
I took a chance and wrote a story about desire and passion and the feelings I had for her throughout the quarter of class. I asked her if my feelings were accurate that I could appreciate a certain chemistry, and whether that night at the theater was the same emotion I felt for her – the true passion of attraction. I didn’t hesitate and sent it off. A couple of days went by and I felt foolish for my presumptive actions.
Two days later she responded, offering her own lovely words, and from there a romantic interlude began in letters that lasted months. We finally asked ourselves to meet for coffee. I’ll keep the story there and let you imagine the next step in our romance in order to provide security for her anonymity.
The pages will continue as time might allow as I am still pining over the beauty of our occasion with one another.
I fell in love when I was not supposed to but we both smiled as our eyes said yes.
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