Two words. That was all he said to me the whole night. He sat there quietly, keeping to himself until he said two words. I looked across the table at him. Puzzled because I hadn’t seen him before. This boy wasn’t someone who hung around in our friend circle. His eyes. That is what I remember the first day I met my now husband. I remember the blue of his eyes. Not because they were blue but the specific shade of blue. Like the Caribbean ocean. The part closest to shore. Where it is almost a crystal clean blue. A blue that dazzles you with its greatness. He looked at me with those blue eyes. And didn’t say another word the rest of the night, until I turned to leave.
I didn’t know it that night. But I met the man I would marry some day. It seems slightly crazy when I look back at it now. I was only 15, him only 14. I feels like fate. Even when I look back at it now. My friend dragged me out to the one and only high school basketball game I ever attended. There he was, sitting amongst people he didn’t even know. Hardly saying two words until he finally spoke to me. When I asked him a couple years later why he talked to me. He said “I couldn’t let you leave without getting your number”. Is it bad that I still get a cheesy smile when I think about it. Or that my heart rate picks up because of how much I love him? You may think so but I don’t. Because at the end of the day, that man is my whole world.
Meet back here next Wednesday to hear more of the story about my husband and me. I promise to bring you some laughs!
Love Camille <3