How to begin....how to explain....
I find myself yet again "alone" during the week. But this is SO different. We talk constantly. At least one phone call a day...which makes up for the fact that we live so far apart and have such limited time together....
So....that old friend/crush that I mentioned in a previous post from my college days? WELL. Let the saga begin. We met up. I almost went up to Boston to see him, but it worked out better for him to come down instead. The moment he stepped out of his car in front of my house...I knew. I knew we were in trouble (in a good way). We spent a fabulous day together, getting to know each other again after FIFTEEN years!!!!!! And he was just as great as I remembered, only now we both know....
That first sunday was electric. We laughed and smiled, and went out for lunch at the cafe, then a long walk, talking lots....then dinner out at Stonebridge. That was the clincher there. Looking at him next to me, smiling....seeing the Steve I had celebritized, in human form, there, and real, and...REAL. Human. Honest. Scared. Shy. Self concious. Amazing...Steve...the real Steve.......
Sunday #2. Is a blur. He came down again. Crazy fool. We made "dirty risotto". I was very impressed with his culinary skills.....risotto is no easy dish. Added to it was red wine, italian sausage, onion, shittake mushroom...and a moonlit walk on the beach that will never be forgotten. EVER. EVER. The second most romantic night of my life? Maybe.
#3 was a whole weekend to ourselves....almost....
That Saturday... I believe this was the night I had my most amazing dinner out ever. My favorite fancy restaurant downtown. A bottle of wine. Some fancy tapas. Some incredible dessert. Some things I saw and felt in his eyes and his smile that was entirely uncomparable to any words that I could possibly ever type. I had never been so infatuated at a dinner date than I was this night. Possibly the best (and most romantic) night out with a man I have ever experienced...possibly.
I introduced him to my entire family that weekend, on Monday, Labor Day. Too soon? Maybe. But inevitable. Labor Day Parade in Newtown...a big to-do. The entourage of my small family group....minus only a few. There was no question for me that I wanted my family to meet him :)
Sunday #4.....? I guess another blur of absorbing each other's company and cooking in my kitchen...
Wow, was this now Sunday #5? I'm losing track! I want to remember every single moment....I don't want to forget anything....but I am. His presense takes hold of me and makes nothing else exist. I get lost. And I feel so happy and complete. It is as I remember: his hugs are the best I've ever received...EVER. And now...more.
Then he says he needs to hit the road. Head back home to Boston. And I know that the week will fly by, and I'll try to work twice as hard because I know he's there for me, as busy as he is himself. And we'll both be working hard on our own lives and businesses.....and living just for the next Sunday...when we will see each other again....and the rest of the world will cease to exist for a day...and we can just be...US.
...US!!!! Steve And Kira. How insane is that???????
:D
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