When I got home, I was positive I wanted to see this man again. He had given me butterflies in a way I'd never had before. He literally made me weak at the knees. I had barely made it upstairs to my bedroom and turned on my laptop when I got a message from him. "I really wanted to kiss you tonight," he said. "Can I see you again?"
A few days later, I had to see him. I drove to his town and he met me at another Wal-Mart and we sat in my car in the parking lot. We talked and laughed and before he left, he leaned in and kissed me. I laughed in his face! I was HORRIFIED! My nerves got the better of me and instead of butterflies, I got the giggles! He looked at me like I was crazy. He got out of the car and started toward his own vehicle and was sweet enough to lean through the window and kiss me again. I tried desperately to hold back the nervous laughter and failed miserably. Later, he told me that he thought I was making fun of him. It took a lot of convincing and many, many kisses to convince him otherwise.
The following week, we had our second date and I introduced him to my parents. We went to see a play that a co-worker of mine was in. We got some dinner and went to my church where we made out. I know it's horrible that we made out at my church, but that's what happened. This father of two who had been incarcerated for almost 4 years... was quite intrigued by all the kissing... and it was very apparent. We did not have sex that night. But I really wanted to. That kind of scared me. I was a firm believer in waiting until you were married for sex... or at least being in love.
He spent the night at my house, sleeping in my bed while I slept downstairs. I wanted to be laying next to him. The desire was so strong. I craved him.
It would be more than a month before we made love for the first time. Soon I was spending almost every night at his parents place where he was living. The night spent away from him were agony. I missed him being next to me. I missed waking up in his arms. I missed waking up in the middle of the night to make feverish, passionate love.
Somewhere during this time, we started talking about buying a house. I can't quite remember why. We just wanted to be together. His credit was shot, so we agreed that I would buy the house and he would help pay for it. We started looking at houses in the town where I was a teacher and we found the perfect one. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms and an amazing kitchen. We were SO excited! We put in a bid and waited for the approval.
In late July, I found out I was going to be going on a business trip to New York. The night before I was to board a plane to fly away for 4 days, he asked to take me to dinner. He took me to the restaurant where we'd had our first date. We ordered our beverages and he got up to use the men's room. Five hundred years later, he came back. He had just sat down when a waitress came to our table and asked if we would mind moving tables because a large party was coming in and they wanted to push some tables together. I didn't think much about it.
They moved us to the other side of the restaurant. It must have been the "lunch" side because no one was over there with us. We ordered our food and had dinner and nothing was unusual. We talked about how much we'd miss each other when I left and then he took my hands in his and told me what he remembered about our first date... about what I was wearing and how much he loved me.
He stood up and got something out of his pocket, got down on one knee, right there in the restaurant and held out my grandmother's wedding ring. "Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?" he asked. First my eyes filled with tears and then I started to laugh. I kissed him as he put the ring on my finger. Everything was falling into place... and we'd only known each other three and a half months.
After dinner, he took me to play putt putt golf. It seems funny now that moments after proposing, we were playing golf with him all dressed up and me in a skirt. We were on our way back to his place when a song came on the radio. "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you. I swear it's true. Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen, close your eyes. Listen to my voice, it's my disguise. I'm by your side." From that moment on, that was our song. It helped that we heard it several more times before the night was through.
The following morning, I was on an airplane and hundreds of miles away from the love of my life. I enjoyed the trip, but missed him desperately. The moment I got home from the airport, I barely said hello to my family before rushing to be with him. He's the only one I wanted to see.
Weeks later, we were approved for the house and the night we got the keys, we took some pillows and blankets and spent the night on the floor of our new bedroom. I remember asking him if he thought we'd grow old in that house. He smiled, leaned toward me and wrapped me up in his strong embrace. "You never know, babe. Could be." he said before making love to me for the first time in our new home.
If I had only known then that the dream would end... and would eventually turn into a nightmare...
Part three to come.
A few days later, I had to see him. I drove to his town and he met me at another Wal-Mart and we sat in my car in the parking lot. We talked and laughed and before he left, he leaned in and kissed me. I laughed in his face! I was HORRIFIED! My nerves got the better of me and instead of butterflies, I got the giggles! He looked at me like I was crazy. He got out of the car and started toward his own vehicle and was sweet enough to lean through the window and kiss me again. I tried desperately to hold back the nervous laughter and failed miserably. Later, he told me that he thought I was making fun of him. It took a lot of convincing and many, many kisses to convince him otherwise.
The following week, we had our second date and I introduced him to my parents. We went to see a play that a co-worker of mine was in. We got some dinner and went to my church where we made out. I know it's horrible that we made out at my church, but that's what happened. This father of two who had been incarcerated for almost 4 years... was quite intrigued by all the kissing... and it was very apparent. We did not have sex that night. But I really wanted to. That kind of scared me. I was a firm believer in waiting until you were married for sex... or at least being in love.
He spent the night at my house, sleeping in my bed while I slept downstairs. I wanted to be laying next to him. The desire was so strong. I craved him.
It would be more than a month before we made love for the first time. Soon I was spending almost every night at his parents place where he was living. The night spent away from him were agony. I missed him being next to me. I missed waking up in his arms. I missed waking up in the middle of the night to make feverish, passionate love.
Somewhere during this time, we started talking about buying a house. I can't quite remember why. We just wanted to be together. His credit was shot, so we agreed that I would buy the house and he would help pay for it. We started looking at houses in the town where I was a teacher and we found the perfect one. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms and an amazing kitchen. We were SO excited! We put in a bid and waited for the approval.
In late July, I found out I was going to be going on a business trip to New York. The night before I was to board a plane to fly away for 4 days, he asked to take me to dinner. He took me to the restaurant where we'd had our first date. We ordered our beverages and he got up to use the men's room. Five hundred years later, he came back. He had just sat down when a waitress came to our table and asked if we would mind moving tables because a large party was coming in and they wanted to push some tables together. I didn't think much about it.
They moved us to the other side of the restaurant. It must have been the "lunch" side because no one was over there with us. We ordered our food and had dinner and nothing was unusual. We talked about how much we'd miss each other when I left and then he took my hands in his and told me what he remembered about our first date... about what I was wearing and how much he loved me.
He stood up and got something out of his pocket, got down on one knee, right there in the restaurant and held out my grandmother's wedding ring. "Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?" he asked. First my eyes filled with tears and then I started to laugh. I kissed him as he put the ring on my finger. Everything was falling into place... and we'd only known each other three and a half months.
After dinner, he took me to play putt putt golf. It seems funny now that moments after proposing, we were playing golf with him all dressed up and me in a skirt. We were on our way back to his place when a song came on the radio. "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you. I swear it's true. Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen, close your eyes. Listen to my voice, it's my disguise. I'm by your side." From that moment on, that was our song. It helped that we heard it several more times before the night was through.
The following morning, I was on an airplane and hundreds of miles away from the love of my life. I enjoyed the trip, but missed him desperately. The moment I got home from the airport, I barely said hello to my family before rushing to be with him. He's the only one I wanted to see.
Weeks later, we were approved for the house and the night we got the keys, we took some pillows and blankets and spent the night on the floor of our new bedroom. I remember asking him if he thought we'd grow old in that house. He smiled, leaned toward me and wrapped me up in his strong embrace. "You never know, babe. Could be." he said before making love to me for the first time in our new home.
If I had only known then that the dream would end... and would eventually turn into a nightmare...
Part three to come.
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