It's a day that our nation will never forget. I will forever remember this day, as a junior in high school, feeling a deep sense of tragedy I couldn't quite grasp. Prayers to those families that still mourn the horrific images of loved ones falling from buildings and running from terror.
But this day holds something more beautiful for me. 2 years ago, I asked white boy to be my boyfriend. Sounds silly now, but that question held my entire future. Just a little over a month prior, when I told him we were over, I knew he wouldn't leave me be. I knew I had some serious soul searching to do...because when I looked around every corner, his face would be right there subtly begging me to be his.
The day I asked him, I knew one thing: I had gone all in. Almost a year before he dropped to one knee, I had given him my everything. I wasn't sure how I felt about him. In fact, tonight as we reminisced, I wasn't sure how I felt about him when he dropped to that knee. I only knew one thing: I had already gone all in on September 11th 2015.
Tonight, as we climbed to the heights of perfection and floated back to reality, I couldn't help but say, "I'm going to cry." "Ok," he whispered. And he held me so tight. That day, 2 years ago, had brought me to this place of pure unadulterated joy. I can say I love him. Over and over I can say it. But it means so little compared to the bursting feeling that often, at random times, fills my very soul.
"They say that first loves are important," I managed to start breathlessly, "but nothing. Nothing...compares to how I feel for you." I don't quite know how to express my feelings for white boy, but I know two things: I am all in and not one thing could have prepared me for the beauty that is marriage.
But this day holds something more beautiful for me. 2 years ago, I asked white boy to be my boyfriend. Sounds silly now, but that question held my entire future. Just a little over a month prior, when I told him we were over, I knew he wouldn't leave me be. I knew I had some serious soul searching to do...because when I looked around every corner, his face would be right there subtly begging me to be his.
The day I asked him, I knew one thing: I had gone all in. Almost a year before he dropped to one knee, I had given him my everything. I wasn't sure how I felt about him. In fact, tonight as we reminisced, I wasn't sure how I felt about him when he dropped to that knee. I only knew one thing: I had already gone all in on September 11th 2015.
Tonight, as we climbed to the heights of perfection and floated back to reality, I couldn't help but say, "I'm going to cry." "Ok," he whispered. And he held me so tight. That day, 2 years ago, had brought me to this place of pure unadulterated joy. I can say I love him. Over and over I can say it. But it means so little compared to the bursting feeling that often, at random times, fills my very soul.
"They say that first loves are important," I managed to start breathlessly, "but nothing. Nothing...compares to how I feel for you." I don't quite know how to express my feelings for white boy, but I know two things: I am all in and not one thing could have prepared me for the beauty that is marriage.
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