I have never fallen out of love with her.
I sat with her last night and still got that same feeling, same thoughts and emotions. They never seem to go away even after all these years. From the first time I met her still to this day no change. There are times now I wish I could date her like I once did, but we still date.
Maybe the following lines that I have taken from another will help describe those emotions.
illuminated the well-worn wooden floor of the tiny gym; the
bare-pipe, peeling-paint look of the basement locker room; the sweaty intensity of the players; the friends, family and neighbors hovering in those close quarters; the boorish but loyal behavior of the Main Street businessmen.
The locker room door would swing open. The band would be playing the school fight song. The crowd would be on its feet, cheering as cheerleaders called out our names; Whisler, Eide, Soulek, Pokorney, Brokaw. We’d swing into our warm-up routines, layups, outside jumpers, offensive rebounding, now defense, all very serious with barley a flicker of acknowledgement for the crowd. Maybe a glance at a girlfriend, or a potential girlfriend.
Then the game. The unalloyed joy of a victory, well played, without glaring dumb mistakes, or the week-end long pain of a loss. Losses that brought on hard stares and no consoling words from Main Street merchants.”
(Tom Brokaw---A Long Way from Home)
I have dated her the last three evenings and would not advise one to place a bet that we won’t meet again this evening. A coke, bag of popcorn and the walk to the top of the bleachers where I will meet her for another date. She will be waiting. Oh, what a night. Oh what a lady.
November 16, 2013