I Met the Love of My Life at My Summer Job...

Before

It all started with the flirtatious passing smiles, and glares.

Further became the biting of her lip, the way she’d walk around the corners... cutting each one like she ran the place and then some.

She spoke to me, on another one of my dreadful days. She spoke to me.

Her voice made me shiver with excitement. I could barely get enough words together to form a simple sentence that would make sense.

Did she scare me?

No. Scared wouldn’t be the word would it? More like intrigue… She intrigued me.

Her sarcasm was admirable but her words could be vicious.

I couldn’t make up my mind on exactly what it was I wanted with her… Did I want her to make love to me? Or did I want her to just love me.

No. I needed her to love me.

So it Began

She began to message me privately, I wanted this.

I didn’t want her to be just her anymore… I wanted her with me.

Does she want the same?

No. She’s older, what could she possibly want with a girl like you?

Nothing.

Stop it’s all in your head. She wants you too. At least I think she does.

I realized this outside of a small family owned snow-cone stand.

We went together, her and I.

It was the beginning of the summer, hot…

In more ways than one.

We were just about to hop out of the white chrome jeep she owned at the time… But we didn’t.

The music was too good. Or so she said.

It was my music we had been listening to that summer.

No snow-cones for us.

We talked… We talked a lot in that empty parking lot overlooking yet another empty parking lot.

I wanted her.

During

We worked together.

Hot summer days and hot plates to be ran to greedy tables.

She drove me home, most nights.

I loved to be alone with her.

We mostly sat for an hour or two in my driveway, or the empty park a couple blocks down.

One night we had sat in silence a minute before she had to go.

I felt her glance at me, then I felt the car slowly making its way backward… She was going to take me home.

I kissed her.

She kissed me back.

I now craved her.

Any and all ways.

She’s scared to fall in love with me… I can feel it.

Don’t be scared. I’m harmless.

Maybe she can tell that I am already in love with her. Maybe she can’t.

I want her to need me.

I want it badly.

Fall into me my love. I won’t use you.

Her body was flawless. To me.

I could tell she didn’t think the same. But that was one of the only things I could think of.

What would she look like without all that stuff on?

What would she feel like?

Pure perfection.

I knew that already.

Every time something silly tumbled off her bottom lip, I wanted her more and more.

She knew that.

She fed off of that.

She was going to fall for me…I knew she would.

She did.

She fell.

R

She was going away on a trip.

She wanted me.

I let her have me.

We were in love.

In every kiss, touch, look, word…

We knew we were in love.

I’m not going to lose you my love.

I told myself.

I’m not going to let the fear of oblivion come between us.

No need to be scared.

I have you now.

We

She was safe with me.

I knew that.

She knew that.

We talked about our lives… a lot

Getting married.

Starting a family.

Our little family that will one day have their own little families.

We wanted the same.

We craved the same.

We loved… just the same.