The Story of Us

I’m always honored to tell the story of how we met when I’m prompted so I thought I’d tell it for all to see.

My coworker brought you to the office for a pre-New Years Eve afternoon. I’d recently started having a peanut allergy and you’d brought peanut M and Ms. You let me eat the chocolate and you ate the peanuts. We got on nicely.

You were interested in my artwork and asked me out to one of my favorite restaurants to buy it from me. I didn’t think of it at the time but perhaps this was a date.

I was in college with a lot of book work to be done. Eventually I let you figure out where I lived because you happened to ‘be in the neighborhood’ so frequently, even though your neighborhood was 40 minutes away. You’d bring a book and read or read my textbooks to me. We learned to be quiet together and simply exist.

I’d gotten a boyfriend because, well, that’s what I do. You and I were exchanging Microsoft Word review postie notes as you helped with my school essays and I helped with your creative writing. You admitted you liked me liked me over one of the notes! I was shocked, flattered, and perplexed with that new boyfriend in my life. Somehow you’d decided to ask me out every day until I said yes. Was that idea from a book or movie we’d read?

I fell ill with pneumonia. My boyfriend didn’t come visit except for my birthday where he was thrilled I broke up with him and he got to visit with his friends he’d already made plans with instead of staying with me. You’d visited me frequently…