And the rest is history. . . .
If there's one thing that I'm known for, it's for remembering things that most people don't. Dates, times, what people were wearing. I'm odd like that, but I'm cool with it.
January 31, 1997. Today's date nine years ago. I was in my second semester of college and living it up. I was enjoying my new boyfriend, Michael, had just broken up with another boyfriend, Eric, and had ended a long term relationship with my high school boyfriend, Jason. I vividly remember walking down the hall of the Liberal Arts building and seeing Eric. He ran up to me, waving tickets and just beyond excited. He said, "I GOT US TICKETS!! GET DAVID & MICHAEL!! LET'S GO!!!" As an aside, yes, my friends in college were three guys, two of which I dated. I know. . .strange huh?? Back to my story. The tickets in which Eric was speaking were the tickets to go see the re-release of Star Wars and it was opening day. I ran down the hall, grabbed David, ran down the hall again, found Michael and tried my best to convince him to ditch with us. He would not so we left him :) We piled into my Saturn and headed to the theatre. We were the first group in and boy did we have fun!!
I went about my day and headed home after what little school I finished. I sat down, grabbed two sheets of bright red paper, and wrote a last ditch letter to the man that my heart truly belonged to. It spoke of how much I missed his smell, his voice, his big hands. How I wished we could try just one more time, because I knew we were meant to be together. I poured my heart out in the letter. Then I sealed it, and dropped it in his mailbox.
Back at my house, Michael met me, and, for the second time that day, I went and saw Star Wars again. As he dropped me at my house, I told him that it wasn't fair to him. My heart wasn't in the right place and I couldn't picture myself with him in the long run, no matter how much fun we were having. He didn't take it well, but we agreed to be friends, and we were.
I went to bed that night feeling surprisingly ok with the decisions made. A little before midnight, my phone rang. This was normal for me. My phone rang at odd hours all the time. . .usually Jason wanting me to get back together with him, or my best friend Bill, telling me of his latest girl. But this time. . .silence on the phone. I said hello again, this time more alert. I remember hanging over the side of my bed and reaching for the light when I heard the voice that I had been dreaming of. "HEY. . ." And my reply?? "Oh man. . .holy. . .is it you?" He laughed his big hearty laugh and said, "Who did you think it was going to be?" We talked for two hours that night and into the morning. The next day, we met and we've been together ever since.
Chris carried that letter in his wallet at least two years into our marriage. He said it took all night and lots of talking with his friends to make the decision to call me. To make the decision that would change the rest of our lives. I thank God every day that I had the guts to write out that letter, to drop it at his house, to tell Michael goodbye. It's a decision that I joke about regretting, but everyone knows I don't regret it. Not one single bit.
Nine years ago tonight. . .a heart felt letter and one phone call. And the rest. . .is history.
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