I hope there comes a day in every
woman’s life where she has a perfect date. I believe I had mine on November 5,
2012. We were in our own little world enclosed by curtains. The room was a
little cool but luckily I had a blanket to keep me warm. He takes his phone and
turns on Dru Hill’s “Enter the Dru” (which was one of my favorite albums back
in the day. He then takes off my shoe and commences to massage the stress of
the day away. We laugh about past embarrassments, reminisce on lost loved ones,
and profess affections for the other that we are too afraid to act on at the
moment. I tell him I am a sucker for the hands that are currently making
everything worth encountering. He grins and says “I’m just a guy Ma”. And I
look at him almost certain that he doesn’t comprehend the fact that I would
risk life and limb to continue to see that bashful grin. At that very moment
and even on this day I am sincerely glad to have gotten sick enough to take
that trip. If I hadn’t then I wouldn’t have fallen even further in love in an
emergency room.
Sometimes I swear I am living out a
real life romance novel.
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