I first met him when I was 18. We were in college. He played rugby, and I was dating another rugby player. I noticed him on the field one day, thought he was cute and asked who he was.
A few days later, I saw him at our local college bar and introduced myself. Little did I know at the time that he was THE ONE. From the minute we met, sparks flew. We threw verbal barbs. And I remember laughing A LOT.
I won’t go into all the gory details here, but after two years, we went our separate ways. I couldn’t accept the fact that rugby was more important than me. So I moved on. Or so I thought…
A few years ago, we reconnected. He had never married and some said he never would. It was a risk, but I remembered what we had had and needed either to open that door and step in or close it for good.
Then he pulled out the poem. I didn’t remember writing it – it had been 27 years! But when I read it, I remembered the feelings he brought out of me and how much I liked to put words to paper when I was with him. He makes me want to express myself, to be authentic.
And it is visible to others: as my BFF said: “You glow when you’re around him.” And that is why I gave him a 2nd chance. Well that and because one night he sang the Billy Jack theme song to me – important because I had a horse named after the main character in that movie. He sang that song to me word for word!!! How could I let him go a 2nd time after that?!!! I doubt you can find many people who know that movie let alone that song!
Today is our 5th wedding anniversary. Sparks still fly and the laughter is still frequent. And the best part is that rugby is no longer more important than me.
Here's us in 1979:
The poem, written on 3/13/79: