“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.16.2009

In Which I Take a Bite

There it hangs - right there in front of us.
Love, sweet love.
Us daughters of Eve who just cannot resist.
And so, we reach out.
We grab it.
We take a bite. We are hooked.

I remember those nights of wondering if he would call, wondering why he didn't, wondering why I said that (how stupid of me), wondering what to wear, wondering if those red heels were just too too, wondering, wondering, wondering. I remember wondering if I would ever meet The One, and I remember when I did. I remember where he was sitting, feet propped up on a desk, I remember meeting his eyes and knowing. It took a few years before a casual - very casual - friendship - evolved into something else, years of others, years when I would forget that first meeting until I ran into Him again, and then I'd remember - it would all come back. I always knew. And I knew when we finally took that irrevocable step that I was lost - it was too late, even though it had always been too late.

So here's to that first bite.
Here's to knowing.
Here's to red high heels.
happy belated valentine's day

8 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful love story and it makes me want to tell you bits of mine. I met my love when I went to my boyfriend's Bible study my sophomore year of college. I loved his socks, he loved my legs, and that was it for both of us. We were caught. Exactly two weeks later (again at soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend's Bible study)my heart whispered to me that he was the one,. My heart was right. It's nearly 20 years later and I love him more every day. So, here's to argyle socks, legs, and Bible studies.

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  2. I wasn't going to look at your blog
    for a couple more days for fear of blubbering uncontrolably while reading your post about Mary. But, since no one was around I had to peek.
    Big surprise! Thank you.
    I never seem to put my feet on my desk anymore.
    Oh yes, I read your secret words.

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  3. i'm listening to heaven stood still while i read this...
    oh my.... this is a perfectly you love story. and your final three lines. i love them! your last poem talking to your first poem!
    great photo debi :)
    xoxoxox

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  4. You always know how to jump start my own creative energy with your fanciful words of wisdom. What I think back on is: why on earth did I waste so much of my young years WORRYING about why or when some guy would call. Can't believe it was such a big deal now, years later. Too many other things catch my interest. Like plants and nature and what the moon looks like. I didn't understand way back when what solitude even was... Guess I know what that says about me as a "romantic."
    Brenda
    Brenda

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  5. Ahhhh....so, so romantic! I could never tire of hearing other peoples love stories...

    Thanks for giving me a morning swoon...:)

    xo

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  6. mmmm...red shoes...yellow shoes...what a magical colorful collection! Heart of gold i would say! xx

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  7. Such a beautiful love story. And I could look at that sweet photo endlessly...all those little bobbles of light surrounding your big beautiful heart.

    I adore this post.
    xo

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