Tuesday, May 17, 2005
First look
I watched the final episode of The Bachelor last night to my husband's concern. He says this stuff is junk and is bad for one's mind. In many ways he is correct because love cannot be planned or bought. What is love? I met my husband on the sidewalk in college my first day on campus. We exchanged a comment and I did not see him again for many months. He played football and I was in nursing school. We were too busy on separate parts of the campus. I remember writing in my journal about him and wondering just where he could have gone. I was in a serious relationship already but could not get past our quick exchange. After four months had gone by I overslept for classes. I had jumped up thrown on clothes, ran to class and straight into him. I was stunned. He quickly asked if we could go out sometime? Of course I said yes. We never exchanged names and as the day wore on I realized he did not know my name. He called that evening and we went out the next night. I will never forget that night, the smell of him, the music playing in his car, the date and what he wore. Love at first site. People don't believe in it but I do. You say I didn't even know him. Well your right I didn't, but I felt him down in my soul. No one had ever run that deep into my heart. Why? It was instant chemistry. Instant comfort thinking about being with him. It was as if I had known him for a long time, yet excitement. He was so polite, concerned that I was having a good time. A gentleman. He asked if he could kiss me on the cheek when the date was over. Love at first site. Yes I am still married to the man that I saw from across the campus one afternoon. Lust you might say. I did not know about such things. I only knew his eyes seemed to look right into my heart and connect with me. I still get that feeling on the sidewalk that day. I know I was meant to oversleep. To be running. To come to a complete stop because my soulmate was looking for me. He could not forget that first look.
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