My heart raced whenever he looked at me. Didn’t he know that I already had our children’s names picked out?? (Rachelle and Jacob) He was everything I had ever hoped for. He was smart, funny, talented, and did I mention he had arms for days?? He got my blood pumping by just shaking his hair from his eyes. I would sometimes bow down in his presence, subtly of course. He would lift on the lumber and I would just die. How do you tell someone that you LOVE them and they don’t even know your name??
As I sat in the jail cell, I realized how ignorant the whole situation panned out to be. Maybe I shouldn’t have spent every day for a year staring at him from only five feet away for hours at a time. Maybe I shouldn’t have followed him home just to watch him cut his grass. Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled, “I LOVE YOU” at him while he was driving a fork lift. Then maybe he wouldn’t have been startled. Then maybe he wouldn’t have dropped three bundles of sheetrock onto a defenseless old lady. Then, just maybe, I wouldn’t have tried to kiss him (he thought I was attacking) while he was trying to remove the sheetrock from the old lady.
Regardless, I found my first love. He was smart, funny, talented, and did I mention that he had arms for days?? I may not have known him, but he was pretty to look at. And isn’t that what love is about?