NO! Meaningful posts like that are what we need. Thank you!
*sniff* You like me! You really like me.
Anyway, I have another memory to share.. The night I asked the love of my life out. (there's going to be lots of details in this one, so just bear with me..)
She and I have known eachother since jr high, but it wasn't until after I graduated that we really started getting to know eachother. I tried to date just one other girl before her, but my heart wasn't into it, and the other girl and I mutually broke up. It was then that I started noticing how beatiful Nicky is. I'd always thought she was cute, but the thought to date her never crossed my mind, even though we'd always been friends (and became better friends after I graduated high school).
So, it was rainy night in October of 2003. We had to depend on these now former friends of ours to get around. She was waiting out by our friends car. She told us earlier that night that she was breaking up with her boyfriend of 7? (not sure) months, and I rushed out the door, way ahead of our friends, a half formulated plan in my head of how I could ask her out tonight, and make her mine over time. Thing was, though, she hadn't broken up with the other guy yet, but she very politley told me that she would think about it..
Several days later, she said yes, and then several more days later, we broke up (but still remained friends). Her heart wasn't into it, she assured me, but we could maybe go out again. I stood by and waited several weeks, until the night she moved into an apartment with our now former friends. The night they moved in, the four of us (a guy friend, his now wife, her, and me) laid in sleeping bags in what became their living room. The other two went to sleep fairly quickly, so she and I moved our bags over by the window, and laid there and talked about everything and nothing (if that's possible:p ) I told her that I still liked to go out with her, and she said again that she liked me too, but would have to think about it. Then, one night when she and I went to the apts. swimming pool, she said she'd go out with me, and we went to a nearby restaurnt to celebrate. This time it lasted until the day before Valentine's Day of 2004 (3 months, I think..) She called me the day before V-Day, and we had a nice long talk about friendship. I wasn't heartbroken, but it still kind of hurt that we broke up.
I stood by again and waited, while she pursued another guy. She would try to catch him alone, and tell him that she really liked him, but he came to me and told me that she had bad timing, that he was leaving the country in just one month, and that he didn't know how to tell her that without being a jerk.. so I told her. I remember when I told her, she ran crying out of our former friends' apartment (different from the other one) and into the dark summer night. I got up quickly to follow her, telling our friends that I would be back (they didn't seem to care much), and out into the night I went. I walked up and down their street, calling her name, but there was no answer. Where had she gone so fast? I turned and started back towards the apt when she came out from behind a tree. "You went looking for me?" "Yes. Yes I did. *pause* I was worried." "*sniffle* Well, I'm ok." We went back to the apt and didn't say much else to eachother for the rest of the night..
Then, on a Friday night in August, I called her after she got off of work and asked her if she wanted to come over for pizza. I didn't tell her on the phone, but I was ready to tell her that the guy friend she was pursuing had won, and I would back off and look for love elsewhere. She came over, we had pizza, and we sat there and talked for a very long time. Just as I was about to tell her that the other guy had won, she started talking about how comfortable she had been with me when we dated the last couple of times, how she felt she could tell me anything, how.. well, you get the idea. I told her that I thought I was falling in love with her, and half expected her to just laugh at me, but she didn't. Instead, she told me that she would really like to date me again.. and then we sat up the rest of the night, again talking about everything and nothing.
.. and I just realised that four days from now (on the 20th) is our 1 year and 6 month anniversary of starting to go out that Friday night.
Sorry if that was too much info, but I felt it had to be shared. Those are some of my favorite memories. :D
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