rudy

Your smile is what got me. And your kindness.

"I have never met anyone so nice. Such a gentleman," I told you.

When we went for a walk, while everyone else ate their midnight snack, we just talked. Comfortably. Neither of us tried to pretend we were something we weren't.

We held hands. For the first time.

We just walked. And walked. Followed the paved sidewalk. Curved with it.

We didn't know each other. At all. We had just met a few hours before.

"I really like you," you said to me.
"Like me? You don't even know me," I stated, astonished.

You laughed.

"Well. Physically. I like you. I like your look," you tried.

I lowered my eyes, embarrassed.

We walked a bit more.

You grabbed hold of my hand. Again.

Then we kissed. A good kiss. Not a peck on the lips kiss. But the beginning of a lifetime together kiss.

We never did play the games. The relationship games. We simply told each other the truth. How we felt.

Remember when we moved in together? To begin the beginning. Of our relationship. How it felt so natural? That it was the right thing to do?

I remember sitting on that old brown couch. With you. Four months in. When you looked at me. Looked me in the eye. And proposed.

"Yes," I said quietly. Knowing I was making the right decision. To marry you.

We've been through years and years of life experiences together. And apart. Yet, we have never given up on what is meant to be.

Us.