One year later, that guitar player who had won my heart before I could even pick him out of a crowd, proposed to me in an old, one room school house in the middle of the forest. I am a lucky girl.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
My own little fairy tale
EIGHT years ago today I fell in love. I went to a my little sister's boyfriend's concert in a tiny little cafe in downtown Albany and fell in love. I was sitting so far away that I couldn't see the guy's face but he sang a song and suddenly I had this feeling of absolute emptiness- like my body had just discovered that it was missing a piece that it didn't even know existed. After the concert, I made an off-hand comment to my sister "I think I am in love."
One year later, that guitar player who had won my heart before I could even pick him out of a crowd, proposed to me in an old, one room school house in the middle of the forest. I am a lucky girl.
One year later, that guitar player who had won my heart before I could even pick him out of a crowd, proposed to me in an old, one room school house in the middle of the forest. I am a lucky girl.
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