The Story of Us.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who stood alone in a bar, and there was another solitary girl, and they moved closer to each other, and surprisingly found themselves chatting and getting along famously. At the end of the evening nether girl had a pen and they could not exchange contact info. So they went their separate ways.
One month later, the girl found an article written by the other girl, and took a guess at her e-mail and sent one off. It was a lucky guess and within a week they had a coffee date.
They once again spent hours speaking of things they loved, and the one coffee date turned into weekly coffee dates, and within three weeks they were spending a lot of time together, talking and walking and cruising the shops on Barrington. One girl was smitten but nervous, and one girl was confused and curious, but mostly terrified.
The girls consulted everyone around. What were they to do? Did the other girl like her? Was it possible? Did they want to be more than friends, was it worth it? Were they falling in love? How far did they want to go…? All of these questions we tentatively asked, addressed to friends and family, but they did not ask each other..
The other girl moved to a sea side cove out of the city and the other girl went for a sleepover. They stayed up most of the night talking of everything in the universe, and some things that can't be pinned down that way. They finally fell into their respective sleeping arrangements, one girl snuggled in her princess bed, one on the couch. They tossed and turned all night, confused with curiosity and desire, but frozen in place with fear.
A week later one girl said to the other, her stomach full of butterflies, after a month of subversive flirtation, "I think I really like you." And the other replied, “I think I really like you too.”
After that the girls spend every weekend together. They would trek out to the cove Saturday evening and hibernate until Monday. They read, and talked, and made art, and wrote. At night they slept in separate spaces, but each slept restlessly, and eventually the girls made it to the same bed.
That night, they were so nervous. One girl thought she would throw up, and the other one was shivering violently. They laid shyly beside each other until they were pulled together into a first kiss.
Eventually the girls happily bounded into the world together to embark on all kinds of adventures, sea side walks, concerts, ferry riding, exploring, and even some hard stuff, like dealing with apprehensive and maniacal family members.
Who knows where they story goes from there, it has yet to be lived, but the girls vowed that no matter what they wouldn't walk away or give up; they would love each other in every way possible.
1 Comments:
Oh my lover, you break my heart in so many different places. This is such a beautiful tale, and imagine, it's ours.
I write to you from your lovely Aunt Marilyn's, decked out in her old brown cowboy boots. Perhaps we're both a little more Albertan than we'd like to admit, well, at least I am.
I love you, always and forever.
My heart smiles, big smiles.
Yours, for forever and a day
Sleeper.
xo
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