In a little over 5 months, I get to marry my best friend. I honestly don’t think it’s possible for me to be any happier. Each day just seems nearly too good to be true.
He and I have history. We met in college. We’ve both admitted that while love at first sight may not exist, we both caught each others eye and that was that. I made any excuse I could to be around him. He made me smile. He also had a girlfriend and I was coupled with the devil incarnate. So we left it at a friendship, though we both knew we should be together.
And then life happened. He moved away for grad school and got married. I finished grad school and started on the path to my current career. There were other boyfriends. Good boyfriends, good people. But no one ever really fit me.
I met him out with my current boyfriend at the time once. He brought his wife. It was awkward. We sat across the table from each other, just two old friends. Two old friends who never wanted to be friends.
More time went by. And roughly a decade after the day we met a fateful “how are you doing text” started a communication that’s never ceased. His marriage was over and I was flying solo. It was finally our time. And we both seized the opportunity. We haven’t looked back since.
Well, that’s not entirely true. We look back all the time! It’s fun to reminisce about how truly clueless we were back in the day. It’s crazy that we missed each other. It’s stupid that neither of us said the right words at the right time.
But as with many things in life, timing is everything. I don’t for a minute regret us taking the paths we did. Yes, no one desires divorce or a failed relationship, but they teach us. The years taught us both how to be better partners. They taught us what we wanted; what makes us happy. We grew up and learned about ourselves. So now that we’re finally together, we can really appreciate how truly special our relationship is.
So, all that as back story for this week’s 100 Word Song inspired by Jack White’s “I’m Shakin”. It’s about my first road trip to see him after our reconnection. Go visit my friend Lance over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog and share your 100 word story!
That gives me roughly 4 hours to compose myself. Shit, I’m nervous. It’s a good nervous though, the kind that leaves you antsy and causes your heart to randomly flutter.
Ok, only an hour and a half to go. Just a quick stop to apply deodorant. Jesus, why am I sweating so badly? Maybe I’ll just roll down the window a bit, get some air in here.
There’s the exit. This is it. The moment of truth.
There he is. Smiles, flutters, roller-coaster tummy. I’m shakin’. The car door opens.
Stay positive & love your life!