At that time my life was so stessful, I was involved in an unhealthy relationship that seemed impossible to get out of. He was extremely overbearing, but fear kept me with him until I had decided I had enough.
Leaving that "man" was the most difficult thing I had ever done, but looking back, it was the most wonderful move I could have made. After several years of being controlled, I was able to control my own life. At that time friends became a huge part of my life, after all, when I was with him I was never allowed to do anything! I went out every weekend, and dated quite a bit to say the least.
Sam was always there, being a wonderful friend. He had asked me out several times, but for some unexplainable reason, I always declined. His friendship was more important to me than anything, and I couldn't risk losing that part of him. So I continued to date other men, not knowing that in the meantime I was hurting him.
Then almost six years ago after one of his fruitless efforts of asking me for a date, I finally excepted. I knew that we would have a good time as friends often do when they go out, but this night was so different. I had looked at him in a new way. Our first date was not some expensive or extravagant evening, but it was definately funfilled!
After picking me up in his most prized possesion, a '69 forest green Ford Mustang, we headed off for our evening on the town. He looked so handsome in his black dress shirt and tie, and his cologne smelled soooo delicious! At that moment I sat in his car, I was so glad that I had accepted his invitation for an evening out!
First we headed to a place his uncle owned to shoot some pool. After spending some time there talking and playing billiards, we headed on out to play a round or two of putt-putt golf and grab bite to eat.
The evening seemed to be filled with wonderful conversation, a series of laughs, and so much fun that it seemed to be magical. With all of the other men I had dated, I couldn't recall having this much fun with no awkward moments. The time passed so quickly that evening that before we knew it the time was almost two in the morning. As anyone knows, when you have such a wonderful evening, with such an incredible person, you never want that evening to end.
We both were somewhat discouraged that the evening was coming to a close when Sam had a wonderful idea. He suggested a long walk on the beach in the moonlight. How romantic! He seemed to have one surprise after another for me, but to walk next to him on the beach was divine! We talked about anything and everything, about past, present and future events in our lives. He understood me, and I understood him. It was incredible! Everything seemed so perfect...until...it began to rain!
I was so upset since now our night together would definately have to come to a close! But that was when Sam took me in his arms... and danced with me. No music. Just moonlight, the soft misty rain, and him holding me tight dancing to the music that was in his heart and in mine.
He did not ask me or even try to kiss me on that evening, but I must admit that I would have kissed him if he had attempted to kiss me. He was the most perfect gentleman. I had the most perfect evening, the most perfect weather, and the most perfect date!
After we were situated in the car, he made his way out of the park and onto the street to take me home, he said something that we joke about to this day. He spoke to me with a soft smile on his lips, almost teasingly he said... "Once you fall in love with me, you will always love me."
Too late, I fell in love with you the moment I sat in your car, the moment I looked into your brown eyes in a whole new light, the moment you looked at me and said, "So, you ready for our night out?"
Samuel, I love you, and I am anxious to start a new life with you... one where we will make the journey through the years together!
I LOVE YOU!
