When I was in grad school fifteen years ago this week, I took a big gamble and kissed my best friend. He wasn't expecting it and took a step backwards. He wasn't getting away that easy, so I moved in for a second go. That must have convinced him. Now, here we are.
You'll be reading this eventually, likely in the kitchen while I'm putting dinner on the table. Consider this my public love letter to you. Sort of like a 21st century yell from the rooftops. I adore you. I love you. And I'm glad I had that extra drink that night that gave me the confidence to go back in for the second kiss.
1 comment:
(this is anne at tracy's house.. in case this comes through as her email address?!!)
Laura, please stop making me cry. :)
You catch me off guard all the time dammit! I was just reading your latest blog entry outloud (to thomas and tracy)for god sakes, and started chokin up reading this story. You are such a romantic!
Anne
Post a Comment