Sometimes it feels a little surreal.
I mean, a year ago, I was crushing from afar. Like, seriously afar. He was in Wisconsin. And the idea of he and I was nothing more than pet daydream. You know, right up there with owning a yacht and sailing the Mediterranean for a summer, or going shoe shopping with Gwyneth Paltrow.
And so when we're sitting on the couch watching tv, and I ask him to hand me the tissues, and he does, and I look at him, sometimes it hits me.
Holy fuck.
The man of my dreams just handed me a box of tissues.
A year ago, I never would have guessed.
So who knows, next year, maybe we'll sail the Mediterranean. Just My Nick, me, Gwyn, Chris, Apple and Moses.
It could happen. My Nick taught me that.
I mean, a year ago, I was crushing from afar. Like, seriously afar. He was in Wisconsin. And the idea of he and I was nothing more than pet daydream. You know, right up there with owning a yacht and sailing the Mediterranean for a summer, or going shoe shopping with Gwyneth Paltrow.
And so when we're sitting on the couch watching tv, and I ask him to hand me the tissues, and he does, and I look at him, sometimes it hits me.
Holy fuck.
The man of my dreams just handed me a box of tissues.
A year ago, I never would have guessed.
So who knows, next year, maybe we'll sail the Mediterranean. Just My Nick, me, Gwyn, Chris, Apple and Moses.
It could happen. My Nick taught me that.
Labels: anniversaries, Gwyneth, love letters, My Nick
3 Comments:
Congratulations to the two of you. There's nothing quite as thrilling as true love...I love reading about the two of you. Actually, I thrive on it :)
I thrive on living it. *smile*
I always laugh when I think that my husband was supposed to be my "rebound". I seriously looked at him and thought, "ooooh cute... now there is a potential future exboyfriend!"
8 years later......
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