6.
We were dating. I had a rough day. She just held me really tight and I started crying, so mad that I couldn’t control my emotions and struggling with clinical depression and upset that having a girlfriend wasn’t enough to “cure” my bouts of depression. She read my mind holding me there, told me, “I know, I know. But it’s OK. I’ll always be here. Fixing it isn’t something I can do. But I can make sure you’re never alone while you fight.”
I loved her then – and some small part of me always will. Not in the same way, 5 years later she left me, but I still love the part of her that defined what love is for me. At least I know what I’m looking for, now. Not a girl who will fix me, but a friend who knows they can’t but is still willing to be there with me while I fight.
7.
We’d been dating for a bit, I tickled her, she elbowed me on reflex, I spit my tooth out, she cried, I cried (for a different reason) we went to the dentist. That was the day. It’s also my favorite story.
8.
For our first date we planned to meet for dinner. The dinner went so well we planned to go somewhere for a drink to continue the evening. We drove separately so I walked her to her car. Before I left to go to my car we confirmed where we were going and then she did a playful touch on my chest and then proceeded to trip over the curb walking away. She’s now my wife.
9.
On our first trip to NYC together, on the front of the ferry coming back into the city.
But actually when I was diagnosed with stomach ulcers and other GI problems, and he left a party to come home with me and take care of me through a crap attack.