Dear witty,
It is April 17, 2014. (before we were dating.)
I met him last night for the first time in person.
He wanted to meet again, so we went downtown.
We walked around the park, the river, the lake, and back.
We talked about everything.
Family dynamics, our jobs, everything from our favorite weather to
our favorite snack.
We walked and talked for 2 hours, no silence.
Finally we made it back to the grassy area by the cars.
I laid down. Exhausted but content.
He laid down with me. And in that second i knew it.
I didn't understand what i knew, but i knew this was something
great.
He held my hand, told me i was beautiful.
We laid in the grass for some time.
When i left, it took him 20 minutes to get up the nerve to kiss
me.
After that kiss, it was impossible to ever be away from him.
That day, that kiss, was the start of it all.
The start of what i believed would be the greatest love
story.