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Monday, October 11, 2010

A Romance Grows

How to describe what happened next?

Was their next meeting every bit as magical as their first?

It was. And more.

Every time she thought of him, she smiled. And she thought of him often.

Her days took on a new routine. Previously, she had been staying after school for about four hours every night to work on her lesson plans and correct papers. Now, she would only stay for two and take papers home with her- that might or might not get corrected that night, to give her enough time to be home when he would get off work.

Well, when he would usually get off work. He was a marine, after all, and he didn't have normal hours. But, in the event that he actually was able to finish work at the expected time, she wanted to be home when he called. And he always called the second that he got off work. When he was running late, he called her from work if he could. She could hear the guys from his shop in the background, making fun of him.

It was the only time they could get away with it. Since no one, no one, messed with him.

They spent as much time together as they could. They went out almost every weeknight. And, when her apartment was repaired from the hurricane damage about two weeks later, he stayed with her every weekend.

They shared their dreams and their pasts. He shared how, where he came from, no one expected any of those kids to become anything. The only reason he got out was because he earned a baseball scholarship to a private high school. That if he had stayed in the inner city school he was in, he might never have even graduated.  He confided in her how he had tried out for a few professional baseball teams. And then his eventual decision to join the Marine Corps.  And how he couldn't wait to get out the next summer.

She shared how she'd always dreamed of starting over somewhere where no one knew her. Of making a difference in her students' lives. 

They could talk about the important and the mundane. They never ran out of words.

And they couldn't stop touching each other. They held hands while he drove. While they ate. He walked with his arm around her.  And then there were their nights together....

In a town with a crazy ratio of males-to-females, she couldn't even see anyone one else.  No one existed except for him. And if anyone else should dare to try to flirt with her or ask her out, she would glare and shoot them down. Couldn't they see that she was taken? That no one could ever measure up to him?

They had to spend their first weekend apart when her mother and brother came to visit.  Though they could still spend their days together, they had to separate at night.

She cried the first night. It had been a week since she'd been able to fall asleep in his arms and would be another week until she could do so again. It felt like too much. She needed him. She felt a physical pain in her heart, being away from him.

Though he spent the next day with her family, when it was time for them to separate, she wanted to cry.  She'd not had any doubts about him since he came back from being out in the field two months before. Because they were always together. There was no way that he could possibly be seeing anyone else. There wasn't any time.

But, they had never officially said that they wouldn't date anyone else. She felt like it was implied. But, was it really? It was too soon to talk about that, wasn't it? She didn't know. She didn't have much experience with these sorts of things.

What had he done the night before? What would he do that night? Maybe he would realize that there are other girls out there. Maybe he had gone out with one of them the previous night. Maybe he would go out with her again that night. Or maybe it would be a different girl.

But then, he pulled her close. As close as he could. Those arms of his wrapped around her, as if he were leaving for a deployment, instead of just for the night.

She felt reassured. But, wanted him to stay. Or wanted to go with him. Instead, her brother went with him. Much more fun for him to go hang out with the guys at the barracks than to stay at her place with her and her mom.

Her mother didn't help that night. She told her daughter that while he seemed nice, intelligent, and obviously very good-looking, why was he with her? She shouldn't count on him sticking around for very long. Someone else would come along, some girl who was better looking than she was would catch his eye and he would be gone.

She was crushed. Wasn't that her fear?

Her mother went to sleep and she stayed up, mindlessly watching tv. And thinking that at least her brother was with him, so there wouldn't be another girl that night.

It was past midnight when her phone rang.

"Come stay with me tonight. I hate not getting to fall asleep with you in my arms."

She debated.

But, not for very long.

She drove on base and practically ran to his room. She literally ran into him on the steps, as he was coming down to meet her.

As he pulled her into his arms, he professed for the first time, "I love you. I love you so much."

And she knew. Right then. This was real.

If you want to read more of my story, you can start with when I decided to move somewhere where I knew no one,  when the hurricanes came, and then the love story starts with a first meeting, and then wondering if it was all a mistake. Yes, I realize that it's obnoxious to talk about myself in third person, but this all happened so long ago that it seems like it happened to a different person.



Blogger Oka said...

I hope I am never that kind of mother. I get parents cutting down the outsider, but I don't understand cutting down your own child in the process. How mentally draining.

October 11, 2010 at 7:45 AM  
Blogger Liz Mays said...

I don't want to bash your mom, but ouch...what she said must have stung something awful!

October 11, 2010 at 7:51 AM  
Blogger Go Mommy said...

Again, more please....
And how did you not want to scream at your mom?

October 11, 2010 at 8:14 AM  
Blogger Mimi N said...

I was just thinking last night, "When is she going to share more of her story" and here it is! Hurray!!

So sorry about your mom. UGH

So happy for how it ended. ♥


October 11, 2010 at 8:49 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

I love this series!!! You always leave me wanting more!

I agree with the others, what your mom said must have hurt.

October 11, 2010 at 9:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isn't funny when you get so comfortable with someone that it actually hurts when you aren't with them?

October 11, 2010 at 9:03 AM  
Blogger The Mommyologist said...

Steamy, steamy! Is DH reading this??

October 11, 2010 at 9:11 AM  
Blogger Kim of Mo Betta said...

awwww, chill bumps!

October 11, 2010 at 9:18 AM  
Blogger MommyLovesStilettos said...

WOW I'm sure your mom's comment really hurt. *HUGS*

I am loving this story :)

October 11, 2010 at 9:19 AM  
Blogger Momma0f3~1662~ said...

You always leave me wanting more! Can't wait for the next post!

October 11, 2010 at 9:19 AM  
Blogger InTheBabyhood said...

GOOD stuff!!!! We are waiting in suspense for more...

October 11, 2010 at 9:33 AM  
Blogger Heather (One Take On Life) said...

Every time, you hook me and pull me in. More please:) seriously addicting stuff.

October 11, 2010 at 9:37 AM  
Blogger Kristin said...

Love this! It's like being sucked into a great novel!

October 11, 2010 at 9:48 AM  
Blogger Ducky said...

I love this! I love learning someone's "story"...their history...how they 'became'.


October 11, 2010 at 9:50 AM  
Blogger Sharlene T. said...

Ask your mom why she never shared her being left-behind story -- that's usually where those comments come from, insecurity and old pain... think of it, this way: you found your love, will know deep happiness, and she will always be in her negative box, with her intimate circle getting smaller and smaller... you will blossom... it's all in how you approach life... come visit when you can...

October 11, 2010 at 9:51 AM  
Blogger Salt said...

That sounds a bit like what my mom said to me when I was head-over-heels over my husband in the beginning of our relationship. She never expected it to last.

I love your story. :)

October 11, 2010 at 10:46 AM  
Blogger Evonne said...

I can understand parents not liking the relationship their child is in. My parents weren't happy when I first met my husband. But to actually say something like that is just cruel. I'm sorry!

I love this story. I can't wait to hear more.

October 11, 2010 at 10:59 AM  
Blogger natalee said...

Im hanging on every word .. girl you n eed to write novels..... I cant believe your mom...

more.. more more story


October 11, 2010 at 11:04 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Please write a book!! :) You can make an ordinary story pretty awesome!

October 11, 2010 at 11:12 AM  
Blogger Sonora said...

Wow, I can't believe she said that. That is so sad. I think sometimes parents don't realize just how deep their opinions and words go.
This made me remember my first love. So much of this were feeling and experiences I went through. Ahhh....young love.

October 11, 2010 at 11:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't believe your mom said that either. That is cruel.

October 11, 2010 at 11:45 AM  
Blogger Joey Lynn Resciniti said...

It's not obnoxious! It makes a lovely romance and mom is wrong, isn't she?

October 11, 2010 at 12:00 PM  
Blogger Amethystmoon said...

Beautifully written. I can definitely feel the passion you had. Kudos to you for writing this as I know it's not easy.

October 11, 2010 at 12:34 PM  
Blogger Ian said...

Yup, I can see your mother talking and acting like this, sadly. Awaiting the next part.

October 11, 2010 at 1:05 PM  
Blogger Paging Doctor Mommy said...

Ready for the next chapter!!!

October 11, 2010 at 1:20 PM  
Blogger Jenny said...

This story justs gets better and better...this is your husband we are talking about...Military men are so hard to resist...mine was in the Air Force.

October 11, 2010 at 1:22 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

A mom should never doubt why her wonderful daughter should be with a great guy.

October 11, 2010 at 2:12 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Such an amazing story girl, I love each part of it a little more!! I have a mother that sounds much like yours- I try to remember to feel sorry for her most of the time.

I am loving your love story!

October 11, 2010 at 2:13 PM  
Blogger Nancy C said...

Clearly we've both got love on the brain today..this is such a sweet, romantic, loving story.

October 11, 2010 at 2:27 PM  
Blogger Diane said...

There is no feeling in the world like being in those early stages of LOVE! Loving your story.

October 11, 2010 at 2:41 PM  
Blogger One Photo said...

Just goes to show apples can fall from the tree - your mother clearly thinks beauty only runs skin deep.

You reminded me of my early courting days with my husband - we would hold hands all the time when he was driving too. Sigh....

October 11, 2010 at 3:06 PM  
Blogger Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious? said...

The feelings you are sharing...what me and Mr. Serious had right in the beginning. We just knew we were meant to be.

October 11, 2010 at 3:21 PM  
Blogger Joann Mannix said...

I know how those kinds of words from a mother feel.

Your story is so great. It conjures up all those feelings I've forgotten, when you are first in love and the hopelessness and the fear and the mad passion.

So, so well written. I can't wait to read the next part.

October 11, 2010 at 3:51 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I just LOVE this story....i love that it's in bits, and your storytelling is engaging. I'm never ready for your post to end, I want to know it all RIGHT NOW! :)

October 11, 2010 at 4:04 PM  
Blogger Melinda said...

Wow ... I felt like I was reading one of those "can't put down" romance novels! ;0) And it's your real life -- what a very, very lucky woman you are! And he's pretty darn fortunate, too, I'd say.

October 11, 2010 at 4:38 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

Love this continuing saga! Makes me miss that kind of wild passion, but not the insecurity - and definitely not "helpful" advice from mom!

October 11, 2010 at 4:48 PM  
Blogger Alexis AKA MOM said...

hehe it's NOT obnoxious at all! I love hearing your story :)

October 11, 2010 at 4:55 PM  
Blogger Hutch said...

I feel like I'm watching a movie when I read this. I've always been told this only happens in fairytales. Glad to see it can happen in the real world too! Gives me hope :)

October 11, 2010 at 5:36 PM  
Blogger Stasha said...

My Mom said pretty much the same things about Randall... Except he and I were 1900 miles apart.

Can't wait for the next installment!

October 11, 2010 at 7:39 PM  
Blogger Venassa said...

It's sad that moms can be like that.
Still loving your story though.

October 11, 2010 at 8:18 PM  
Blogger Sherri said...

Oh Shell, I love this story!! But I'm mad at your mom, OK?? You just have an ability to take us there....

October 11, 2010 at 8:22 PM  
Blogger Truthful Mommy said...

I love your story. It is so unbearably romantic, I do wish that I could slap your Mama in the mouth.WTF! What kinda Mom says shit like that to her own daughter?Yikes. No offense. Big Hugs to you!

October 11, 2010 at 9:54 PM  
Blogger Tina L. Hook said...

Ooh--I love that this really happened to you. Can't wait to hear where it goes.

I dated a Marine once. I suppose I could make a character out of him one day...

October 11, 2010 at 10:09 PM  
Blogger Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

Is your mom my mom? And it is not obnoxious to talk of yourself in 3rd person! It makes it more romantic!

October 11, 2010 at 10:48 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

So sorry for your mom, but I bet you were used to it.
Can't wait to hear more!

October 11, 2010 at 11:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Keep the story coming!!! I think you need to write a book!

October 12, 2010 at 12:06 AM  
Blogger Twincerely,Olga said...

great stuff!! wow so romantic too!! except ur Mom!

October 12, 2010 at 12:53 AM  
Blogger Tammy said...

What was up with your mom girl? So sad she wasn't there to support you!

October 12, 2010 at 1:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love that ending! All fairy tale like. =)

October 12, 2010 at 2:15 AM  
Blogger Theodora Ofosuhima said...

What a beautiful romantic story.

I loved reading the whole thing. I felt bad about what the mother told the daughter, but the marine was meant to be with the daughter :).

Thanks for sharing.

October 12, 2010 at 2:45 AM  
Blogger Alexandra said...

I feel what you're writing about, I have that kind of mother, too.

It's hard to have, isn't it?

October 12, 2010 at 8:26 AM  
Blogger Heligirl said...

Your mom and mine sound like they were separated at birth. I'm sorry she was so unsupportive. Remembering these things help us be better parents. I'm on the edge of me seat every week Shell. This is great!

October 12, 2010 at 10:31 AM  
Blogger shortmama said...

Such an amazing romance!

October 12, 2010 at 11:04 AM  
Blogger MommaKiss said...

I like this "third person" story, and maybe it's easier for you to write that way? It's a great style for you - and such a romance! I'm not sure how I would have handled the comment from Mom. Hmmm.

October 12, 2010 at 11:56 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

Oooh, this was so sweet and really intense, too. What a perfect love story!

October 12, 2010 at 12:10 PM  

if this were a book i would buy it

October 12, 2010 at 12:31 PM  
Blogger Helene said...

My mom said similar things to me growing up, as well. I'm glad both of us have grown up and decided that THEY are the ones with a problem, not US!

I loved reading this...so romantic!! More, more, more please!!!!!!

October 12, 2010 at 1:32 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I'm not happy with your mother! how dare her! Well, moving on...I am still loving every minute of this story. Great post! :) I see a novel int he works...

October 12, 2010 at 2:50 PM  
Blogger Kir said...

ohhhhhhhh I love this story...love how you found one another...it's a guilty pleasure of mine, waiting for the installments.

your mom is crazy, you are BEAUTIFUL inside and out.I hate what she made you feel..but so glad that the only people each of you could see was each other in spite of it. *HUGS*

October 12, 2010 at 3:23 PM  
Blogger Emmy said...

I can't believe your mom said that! And yes please write more soon!

October 12, 2010 at 5:17 PM  
Blogger Tracie Nall said...

Seriously mom? Ouch!! That was rough!

How beautiful that he couldn't stand even one more night away from you. That is so sweet!

October 13, 2010 at 12:59 AM  
Blogger  said...

Grrr at your mother. Don't they know one of their most important jobs is to lift us UP not tear us down?

October 27, 2010 at 11:53 AM  
Blogger Darlene said...

I don't know how a mother could say something like that to her daughter.
Your writing is so amazing. I like the third person format.

November 22, 2010 at 6:02 PM  

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