Who Are You, and Where Did You Come From?

“I think they should invent a new word, a word that describes the moment before you kiss someone . . . It’s like the moment a bird decides it can fly.”
— Grace, on Once and Again (now that is a show that got canceled way before its time, if you ask me)

That’s what he kept asking me, as we sat across the table from each other for hours two weeks ago, after he told me he knew he needed to be with me. That’s what he said, my handsome boy with gorgeous blue eyes and sweet smile that makes me feel like a million bucks, as we confessed how long we’d had feelings for each other and discovered that we’d wanted to kiss each other from exactly the same moment. He looked at me like he couldn’t quite believe his luck, which was exactly the way I was looking at him, and so I knew just what he meant when he asked, “Who are you, and where did you come from?”

I can’t imagine anyone who’s a better fit for me than him, and I marvel at the way we found each other, week after week, a little at a time, until we just couldn’t deny it any longer. I realize how easily I could have missed him, and I am so thankful that we didn’t pass each other by. I finally know what people mean when they say, “You’ll just know when you’ve found the right one.” I can tell him anything, and I’m not scared I’m going to mess it up, and all of the things I always worried about in relationships are falling away, and we are in love like I didn’t think I could ever be.

People think I’m crazy to feel this way because, technically, it hasn’t been that long, but I don’t care because it’s actually been such a long time coming, and I’ve known that I love him for what seems like ages, and I just always knew it was somehow going to work itself out, as complicated as it was (and I assume that regular readers now know who I’m talking about). I understand their concern, and I keep it in the back of my mind, but all I can say is, I have never in my life been so sure of anything as I am that he and I were made for each other, and I am not going to question it.

I’m in love, you guys, with someone who loves me back. That is an amazing thing. I’m so lucky.

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13 thoughts on “Who Are You, and Where Did You Come From?

  1. Oh.my.god.
    Shutup!!!!!

    Hey, you are happy and I am happy too. I can’t wait to hear more. Like how did this all unfold. I feel like I need to fly up and sit on your couch.
    Holy moly!
    Yay 🙂

  2. I know, Janey, I’m sorry. He wasn’t even here last night, but I only watched intermittently myself – how is Blayne safe? Boggles the mind. But next week I shall return, I promise.

    Lyds – deal!

  3. I think I’m confused. Is this the guy coworker with the new job who wouldn’t leave his girlfriend for you? Or the new guy you met who then didn’t make the after work drinks you guys had arranged? Or?

  4. Oh, you guys, you really don’t know? What with the “loved him for ages” and complicated-ness of it all? It’s the one from work (who, incidentally, is also Tigers Fan from my last baseball post).

  5. Coll, you’re not out of the loop, I just didn’t want to spill all the gory details. Suffice it to say, the past month or so has been kind of a roller coaster figuring everything out. But, all’s well that ends well, you know. 🙂

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