I haven’t spent a great deal of time reminiscing on our
first kiss and I hope that this fact doesn’t lean towards an assumption of its
insignificance. A broken family with a
fleeting father can and does prompt an adolescence of fickle pickiness. For the pain this caused, I do apologize time
and time again.
For the Disney daydreamer I expected true love’s kiss at
every encounter. I searched mercilessly for that impossible spark which in most
cases was, in fact, nervousness.
I think back to that day, you were just a friend in my mind.
The game player gave the hopelessly in love a chance. Thin lips, shaking
breath, a bit too much saliva, the awkwardness of that time frame sure does
have a sense of humor. Underwhelmed, you didn’t stand a chance.
For years the broken girl left you to dry while eagerly
searching for the latest flame, a flicker of passion. All were short lived and
painful, each time more broken.
Multiple times the battered needed mending and each time
like an expected season; there was restoration and safety to be found in you.
This could have gone on for forever.
Down the long and winding road of heart break and let down a
light shown through the confused fog. Much to their surprise the wandering soul
began to yearn for that awkward and almost completely aloof sense of security.
Looking back, it is clear how friendship grew to adoration
as each day her confidence and self-assurance grew through you. The artless
kiss became skillful and the partnership that was always there turned less into
a healing act and instead into a love that neither imagined.
Life, as it turns out, has a sense of humor. That lack
luster kiss has perhaps become the greatest memory of all, the start to a wonderful
journey. And this Fairy Tale Princess has grasped that sparks are fleeting and
only one thing remains, the growth of a true (love) friendship.
-To my adoring husband, from your ever-so-greatful wife. Thank you for rescuing me and breaking the cycle.
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