The Man I love

I know its corny, mushy and overdone, but I could not write a blog about my life and simply forget to mention someone so influential and wonderful (besides God and my family of course) in my life, thus far. He's my best friend and I love him.

<---If you were not aware, the very rugged and sexy climber in that picture is Duane :)

Duane and I have known each other since about eighth grade. I could not pinpoint an exact day or time that we met, probably in band class though. Who would have thought that eight years later we would be coming up on our 4 year anniversary? It is exactly one month from today on November 11th. I remember our first date pretty well :) and I want to share it now in order to prepare myself for the big 4 years (thats 48 months, approximately 192 weeks, and about 1640 days).

(please accompany me on my trip down memory lane)

So the date. After some recent soul searching, brought on by major jealousy mind you, I realized that I still had feelings for Duane (we dated freshman year too). I had put it off during all of high school because I thought that since we broke up before, we were never going to work. So I realized that I could not let this other girl have him. It was one of those "I don't even know you, but I know I don't like you" kinda moments because he was, of course, suppose to be with me. I had to do something, and soon.

I finally, kinda-sorta, worked up some courage and told Duane, "I have a secret to tell you" Wow..talk about romantic and awesomely amazing. So because I was soo darn nervous, I actually lead him on for like a day and a half, finally breaking down and telling him that I liked him and making a quick exit because the bell had rung for class. What would he do with that information? I had no earthly clue, but at least I wouldn't have to deal with it for the rest of the school day and the ball was in his court now.

(By the way, this is Duane and I, In high school :)

-Duane should fill in here, with his part of the story.

So, I think I was in a daze from the buildup of hormones and adrenaline with my heartfelt confession, because I don't really remember the details of Duane asking me out. All I know is we had a date for Friday. So I can't remember what I wore or how my hair and makeup looked that night, but I remember that dinner had that awkward first date feeling. It was more difficult than I date with someone you don't really know because we already knew all the general "get to know you" information. So, as we sat in the Pizza Joint enjoying a slice, there were periods of awkward silence and the conversation probably wasn't all that great cause I can't remember what we talked about (must have been the nerves). Then Duane drove us down to River walk for sunset and a romantic walk along the river. (So I know the savannah river is stinky and dirty, but when in Augusta, thats how we roll). I remember Duane grabbing my hand as we strolled, and my heart jumped and I blushed. Then we met a hobo in timberlands and a button down shirt. That killed the romantic moment as he called us brothers and asked for some cash. Oh it was really a night to remember. Towards the end, our pace slowed, and Duane shared how he felt about me (insert Duane's interpretation) and asked me to be his girlfriend. Aww, high school love at its best. I said yes, of course, and we shared a kiss that was short and sweet, but left me feeling all tingly inside. And now, 4 years later his kisses still make me feel like i'm floating and it feels like sparklers are going off in my insides. And I remember the hobo.