I walked up to him at Beaches, a club everyone went to after the pub on Tuesdays, a.k.a. "Pound Night." I said something super classy like, "come talk to me before you get too drunk."
I knew I had a crush on him & I'm not sure if we'd ever had more than one or two conversations but I knew there was something about him.
He was so cute with his dark hair & glasses, seemed incredibly funny & sweet.
So at some point in the evening, he sought me out. I told him that I liked him & wanted to get to know him better.
We left the club early, he took me to my room, & we talked for a good three hours. Couldn't tell you what we talked about but I remember I ran out of cigarettes & he kept giving me his. When he left I closed the door & grinned, because I knew he was special.
In true cute boy fashion, he knocked on my door about a minute later, handed me a cigarette & said, "one for posterity?"
I'm not sure at what point we became "us" but we did. We became a couple in every sense of the word. We loved each other very much. He told me things he'd never told a soul, & I couldn't imagine it ever being better.
We took professional pictures together, for goodness sakes'. He bought me a promise ring & when we found out I was getting orders to Washington, he got as close as he could to there with his orders- San Diego.
He left before me. He would send me these beautiful cards & letters in different colors talking about how much he loved me & how great our lives would be together.
Within probably two months of him leaving I became interested in someone else. Someone insignificant, doesn't even earn a blog post in this story. I broke it off with him for someone else, instead of giving love a chance.
He even came to visit me in Washington & I treated him like a friend. Didn't give him what he wanted, needed, or deserved.
I should have. For years I wondered about him & wished things had been different. We were so good together, you see. If we hadn't have been separated, we probably would have lasted.
About 4 years ago we met up on facebook & I'm happy to see that he's married now with two super cute kids. He seems to have a good life & I'm really thankful for that. He told me that I showed him what love really was & that he wasn't bitter over any of it. I'm happy to hear it, I truly am. Because I know for every heart I ever broke, I had mine broken in a worse, more painful way. But isn't every broken heart painful? Doesn't matter how it's broken. Just that it is.
I'm thankful for the healer of time & the way things are supposed to play out. All of these heartbreaks, pain, misery, & nonsense set me up for the life I was supposed to have.