The First Time I Fell In Love
The First Time I fell in Love It was a cool summer morning, and we got up early to enjoy the weeping willow trees. She ran out into the sunrise. All I could hear was her laughter, silent giggles that she tried to stifle. She ran farther into the damp field. Then she turned around and faced me. She beckoned for me. This was only our second date in two weeks and thinks have been going wrong at my job, but her calling me towards her, had let that all disintegrate. I wanted to go to her, so I began walking to her. She smiled, and with a quick swoosh her hat flew off towards me. She walked towards me and blushed, just enough to see the dimples imprinted on both of her cheeks. She curtsied to pick up the hat that had landed near my feet about the same time as I went to get it. I put the baskets down and sat down on the damp grass. The air was still cool from the rain that had fallen. She plopped down right next to me, her legs crossed indian-style. It was then that I thought about all the shit we've been through. All the pain we've felt... And there she goes, smiling at me with such irresistible charm. Her hair twists made one quick motion as she threw her head onto my shoulder. Then, she buried her head into my chest... and then silence. She was listening to my heartbeat, “is this real?” she asked. “Can any of this be real? Why me? Why us? How are we surviving?” A few years of questions and thoughts piled up into one moment. A few years worth of feelings spilled in a few seconds of conversation. The truth was I didn't know why. I didn't get how it was possible either. But I knew one thing was certain, I'm lucky. I didn't want her feeling as if she didn't deserve me. I knew it was the other way around. In fact, I was the one who felt she deserved more. Everyday I wondered if she'd leave me for someone better looking or has more to offer. But, she stayed. Why would someone so amazing stay? What does staying even mean? Why is staying so hard, yet, for us it's so