Our Love Story (So Far…)- Chapter One

Disclaimer: Please be reminded; any names of people portrayed in this series are altered to protect their identities.

Thomas wasted no time; the next morning, he called and we set a day to meet. I counted down the days, and when the day arrived, my stomach was in knots. I tried on nearly every outfit I owned, changed my hair and makeup three times, and I may have gone through an entire pack of gum before my phone buzzed and he’d arrived. I found myself rolling my eyes at my frazzled nerves; I hadn’t felt this frazzled over a guy since elementary school.

I took a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies and walked out to his car. It had to be one of the brightest and sunniest summer days of my life. As we drove to the theatre, I sat back and enjoyed the moment. The windows were down, the sun was radiant, and for the first time since our fort night, the moment just felt right.

After the movie, we headed over to a nearby Italian restaraunt, but as we took a seat, I grew even more nervous. The draw to the movie theatre is it is a date location that doesn’t involve a lot of actual¬†interaction. At a restaraunt, you don’t really have anything to take the focus away from you, making the vulnerability much harder to ignore.

At first, I was a bit quiet, but before we knew it, we were talking and laughing away, not realizing it was time for the restaraunt to close. He paid the bill and we walked out to his car. Along the way, he asked, “well, now what?”

I sighed and thought for a moment. I certainly didn’t want the night to end, but I also didn’t want to come across as clingy; which is no easy feat, I’ll have you know. I’m notorious for my tendancy to cling.

He brought up the idea of ice cream, suggesting we pull up to the airport runway viewing area to watch the planes come in and take off. I agreed and before we knew it, we were taking in the sights of the airport in his car. Talking back and forth, I started to learn how passionate he was about aviation and his work in the industry. It was nice to be around someone who still had dreams careerwise. Most men I had dated seemed nearly devoid of those aspirations; this one was in a word, refreshing.

Our idle chatter started to diminish and there was a momentary silence before he began to speak again.
“So, I have a question for you…” he lead. I knew what he was going to ask, and by the little grin on his face, I could tell he knew the answer already. He asked if we could go steady. Of course, I was already smitten. The car had gone quiet again as I remained in my seat blushing like a starstruck idiot. He nuzzled his head against my arm for a moment and motioned me over to cuddle up to his side. It didn’t take much convincing.

I stopped and looked up at him and we leaned in and shared our first kiss. I immediately felt a rush of warmth flow through my veins and the kiss deepened. Before I knew it, the car’s windows had fogged up and it was getting quite late. We both chuckled at the situation as he started his car to take me home. He realized we needed to wait for the car’s ventilation to clear up the windows.
“Oh, we’ve got more time,” he stated, and he immediately returned to my lips and we indulged ourselves for a few more minutes before he took me home and I stumbled up to my room in a dizzy stupor.

I felt a weakness in my knees and a warmth in my chest that painted a nearly permanent smile on my face. I didn’t know what life had in store for us, but I was eager to find out. For the first time in years, this felt right.

Girl in Love In The Sunset
(to be continued…)


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