You wore a maroon-and-gold striped shirt that fit snug against your well-defined, well-tanned chest and arm muscles. I might have noticed that first, if it wasn't for the shock of platinum blond hair that stood out conspicuously from your head like a red door on a white house. It was obviously unnatural, but strangely appealing.
I wore a plain white top with faded blue jeans and black wedge-heeled sandals, the ones I picked out specifically because they added three inches to my short frame. I had no jewelry on, except for a small iridescent blue flower toe ring on my right foot. My hair was the darkest brown, and I wore it long and straight.
I stretched out my hand expectantly to meet yours.Your handshake was confident, your smile was magnetic, and your eyes danced with a mischievous sparkle.
We walked into the restaurant and out of the hot summer night, strangers.
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You wore the maroon-and-gold striped shirt.
I laughed when I saw that you had put it on. It is faded now, but the cotton still clings to your chest in the nicest way. Do you remember, a few months ago, when you tossed the shirt into the giveaway pile? I protested on grounds of sentimental value, and then hung it back up in your closet.
I wore a plain white top with faded blue jeans, but my wedge heels were long gone. I put on a pair of generic flip flops, and I fished the tiny blue toe ring out of the bottom of my jewelry box -- you know I haven't worn it in years -- and slipped it onto my right foot. I pranced into the bathroom where you were getting ready and wiggled my toes at you. You laughed, and then reached for me.
We are nerds, you said with a kiss. I know, I replied with a hug.
I love us, you said.
I stretched out my hand across the table and slipped you a small, celebratory card. Five years ago today, everything changed and nothing changed. Your smile is still my magnet, it connects me to you in inexplicable ways. Your confidence is still my rock, I am anchored and grounded by your calm. Your youthful spirit is still my joy, I discover happiness and laughter with you every day.
We walked out of the restaurant and into the hot summer night, lovers.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
five
Posted by
Marisa
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11:50 AM
Labels: bliss, holy matrimony, reflecting
3 comments:
Awe, I love this!!!
So precious... And I'm so glad you prevented him from making the fatal mistake of throwing out that shirt. I'm a fan of sentimentalism. :)
This is lovely, M.
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