The air was crisp that partly cloudy Sunday afternoon of February 20th 18 years ago. You could feel it grazing in between your hair. We walked toward the AMC theater with a few friends, but they were merely a blur, as the universe that day was only focused on us.
I could see her smiling from the corner of my eye. I remember thinking she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Her short dark burgundy/brown hair hung perfectly over her high rosy cheeks. She was just that. Perfect. Still is. Her high school senior’s green and white shirt and jeans fit gorgeously in all the right places. Yes, I was a 17 year old guy, of course I noticed.
I was so nervous. I had it bad. Sweaty palms, stomach butterflies, rapid heart rate, everything.
For 3 weeks straight, she was all I thought about constantly all day and night. Life before her seemed like a distant memory that day. Like a dream, and I had finally woken up. As in the words of C.S. Lewis, She was my “holiday”.
We had some time to kill before the movie started. The details of the movie are not important. BUT, IF, you must know, Scream 3 was not a very good movie. The sequels never lived up to the original, and that’s my two second movie review.
In the semi dark theater, I decided, it was time. I asked her if we could hang out in the hall to talk.
She sat down next to me on the soft smooth black carpet with stars and neon green and orange swirling through it.
She fidgeted with her fingers, looked at me, and then looked away as if looking for something. I could tell she was nervous too.
Her legs stretched out in front of her. She rubbed her thighs with her hands trying to stay warm in the cold theater hallway.
I couldn’t tell you a single word in our small talk.
But, this, this I remember, for it will forever be engraved in my heart.
I looked right into her eyes.
“I like you a lot.”
“I like you too.” She said softly.
“So, do you want to be my girlfriend?”
Her smile was so massive, I could feel my heart burning. Probably from a nuclear overload.
I didn’t even see her lips move she was smiling so big.
My life has never been the same since. She IS my life. She has always been the best part of me. We have always been inseparable. When she is not in the same room as me, I feel homesick. She is my home. My world.
I don’t know what I ever did for God to have this unimaginable favor towards me. I never did anything remotely close to deserving this.
It was a direct gift from God. A gift I can never deserve or live up to.
O, but I will most certainly try. Everyday. I’ve tried for 18 years.
I will try for as long as the wind blows.
As long as the sun rises.
As long as my heart keeps beating and body keeps breathing.