“I remember it like it was yesterday” is such a cheesy and over-used line, but it applies here so let’s just go with it.

So, I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was wearing this romper that my grandma got me from Target.
This was my first time wearing it.
You didn’t like it.
But you reassured me that just because you didn’t like an article of clothing that I was wearing did not mean that you didn’t love me.

So I’m in my new romper and we are at the eye doctor.
And even though I wasn’t the one getting glasses, it had never been so clear to me that I would be spending the rest of my life with you.

I’m helping you pick out glasses to try on until you find the perfect pair.
You ask me to run out to your truck, for you had left your credit card in the glove box.
As I left the room and made my way down the stairs outside, a gust of confidence filled my lungs and suddenly it didn’t matter that you didn’t like my romper, but just that you loved me.

A sense of deja vu swirled in my mind, but not your average deja vu.  It was almost as if I was predicting a flash back.
I could tell that this would not be the last time that I would be running to the truck for you because you forgot your credit card.
And it’s not because of your memory, but because of your love for me.

I could tell that WE would be picking out far more important things than glasses, together.

When I opened your glove box in search of your credit card, I find your cigarettes and cigarette lighter.
And then it occurs to me that you not only were going to stop smoking, but I was going to help you stop.
You weren’t going to do it for me, you were going to do it for us.



I like that.

As I traveled back upstairs and into the office, the woman at the front desk looked up and gave me a simple acknowledging smile.
She looked up, smiled, and then went back to whatever she was doing.

She needed not to worry, for she knew I was with you.
That I needed no assistance.
That I was safe.
That I was yours.

Even though she didn’t have glasses, she could see that.



Was it “too soon” to say “I love you”?
And if it was “too soon”, who cares?
By whose standards was it too soon?

I didn’t really care if it was “too soon” because for the first time in my life, I was actually living the life of the princesses I envied in fairytales as a little girl.

I was the protagonist of a Nicholas Sparks book.

I was the girl that Blake Shelton was singing about.

But more importantly, I was the girl that YOU were singing about.
I was the girl in your pictures.
I was the name popping up on your phone.
I was the first person you thought of when you woke up and the last person you talked to before you went to sleep.

For once, I was someone’s everything.
And there was no way in hell I was going to let her go.
Because she too, was everything to me.
Even if it was “too soon”.

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