I remember two years ago. Another hot summer day just like this one, alone at my desk and unable to focus at all for the leap I was about to take. I remember trembling hands barely able to type, “I want to take you to my tea place. I want to drink out of fancy little teacups with you and eat scones with jam and lemon curd and thick, rich cream. I want to walk with you by the water and hold hands.” I remember holding my breath as I pressed “send”, the most terrifying thing I’d ever done. I remember jumping out of my chair, heart racing, pacing in tight circles around my cubicle and trying not to refresh the screen every second as I waited for your response. I remember seeing the little (1) pop up and my knees turning to jelly. I remember breath and heartbeat stopping completely as I read,
Yes. Yes. Yes. I would love to go out with you.
I remember wanting to whoop, scream, dance down the hallway, but instead I could only let out the longest, happiest sigh… and then wonder, “Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?”
You’re far more of an adventure than I ever could have expected. Or hoped.
Happy anniversary, beloved.
this is really sweet!
Thank you! :)
You have a really sweet love story, and you’re far braver than I am in matters of the heart!
Weirdly, today would be my 1 year anniversary with somebody if we’d have made it this far.
Aww, thank you! I wouldn’t say brave… I think I was as terrified as I was excited. :)
Previous generations may poo-poo, but they will never know the joy and terror of the little (1). :) Happy anniversary!
Haha, I know, right? When I tell people we met on CraigsList I always make this face like “I know, I know”… :)
This is sweet. Happy anniversary!
On Thu, Jul 16, 2015 at 11:15 AM, Only Fragments wrote: