coeurs, cette âme de notre âme; il ne m'a jamais valu qu'un
baiser et vingt coups de pied au cul.
My First Great Love
I'm going to tell you the story of the
first great love of my life. A friend of mine introduced us. So, we
began corresponding. She was in Massachusetts as an au pair. I was in
Missouri as a student. The more we talked the more we realized we
liked each other. Finally she decided to fly out to Missouri to meet
me.
I remember waiting at the airport. As
I was sitting in a chair, I saw a beautiful tall red head, in a black
dress with yellow heels walk by. It took me a second to realize it.
She turned around and I hugged her.
Our first kiss was outside the
restaraunt we had dinner at that night. (The first of many.) When she
left to go back to Massachusetts my heart broke a little. However, we
kept talking. And we both became more and more interested in each
other.
Time was not on my side. Her visa ran
out and she went back to Sweden. We kept in touch. I dedicated my
energy to wooing her, and cultivating the passion we were sharing. I
had no choice. I went off to Sweden to spend a month with her.
Seeing her smiling face when I got off
the plane this time was magical. We embraced in the middle of the
airport, and kissed passionately.
The most memorable kiss of my life was
in Sweden. We were walking home from a movie. And talking about our
future. It was snowing ever so gently. She asked me if I really loved
her. I told her. "of course", and then with hot tears
running down my face, I kissed her passionately. It was the most
beautiful moment of my life so far.
Yet, even that adventure had to end,
and I returned to America. Lovesick.
She was planning to go to Ethiopia as
a missionary, and then when she got back, she was going to come and
stay with me in America for a few months so we could decide if we
wanted to get married.
I, of course, could not wait that
long, so I was off to Ethiopia, to spend time with my beloved. And we
had an amazing romantic tryste. It was a rommance in all ways worthy
of Lord Byron. Then I had to get back to class. I kiseed her good
bye. One last time.
When I returned to the states, we
continued to corespond, Skype, Email, Letters. (Trust me I could pour
out my heart and soul into a beautiful romantic letter) Yet, I
realized that this may not be the right choice. She wanted to live in
Sweden. I wanted to remain in the USA. She would have given up
anything for me. Her, family, her home, maybe even her faith. I could
not ask her to do that.
My only choice was to break it off. I
broke her heart. I told her we couldn't be together. And hurt her
very badly. Since then she has offered me several second chances. All
of which I rejected. I knew she would have given up anything for me.
Ijust knew I had no right to ask her to do so.
~Thus Wept Jean
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