That quote always resounded with me when I heard it. It reminded me of Richard. The sweet words reminded me of his love, how easy it feels, and the length of time I have loved him. Comprehending I loved someone so young scared me, terribly. What would a 15-year-old know? I used to think, how was I sure I loved this person?
There were many signs I did. I remember wanting to run from the electric feeling and the butterflies I always got from the sight or thought of this person. Hours spent with one another felt like minutes and we never wanted each other's company to end. His strands of brown hair, shone underneath his hats while he skated closely behind me, pretending not to stare at me. I felt the burning of his dark, brown eyes on my back. So I quickly would glance only to meet his face that purposely peered in the other direction. Yet in the corner of my eye, I could see him staring back trying not to be obvious. This game we play. Even recently, I felt him staring at me in his truck. "What?" I asked and laughed out loud. "Nothing," He replied as he smiled at me, lying through his teeth, grinning.
This is a photo from one of the times Richard and I went out in 2020 and he treated me to brunch and mimosas: Downtown, San Diego.
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