He took me out for dinner. This had never happened to me before – this ‘out for dinner’ thing. It was at a place called Eagle Towers (which was, a decade-or-so later, the venue we chose for our small wedding reception).
I don’t quite remember which ‘goodbye’ this was but I think it must have been the first because I was so shy and ecstatic that this gorgeous man was taking me on a ‘date’! I was about to go somewhere; I think it was Sydney, but it might have been up north, or Europe.
We had a beautiful meal and he ordered a half bottle of champagne. I was shy, overjoyed, transparently in love; he was funny, loving, respectful of my youth, encouraging of my adolescent ambitions.
I wanted him to ask me to stay. I wanted him to say “please don’t go, Jules” and maybe he would have said this if it hadn’t been for the fact that he didn’t have enough money to pay for our dinner.
It was $42 and he only had $41 (I remember this so vividly!)
He drove me back to my parents’ house, walked me to the back door, hugged me fiercely and said, “Why do you have to go, Jules?”
jmgoyder 
So glad you are comntinuing your love story. So,poignant and beautiful.
same as now )
I remember my DH being a £1 short when we went to a swanky restaurant before we were married. hehe!
Ahh a love story-I love these. What a great memory! Did you have to cover the $1? ❤
Diana xo
You use words so well.
What a beautiful memory.
What a beautiful memory. Thanks for sharing with me
This is so sweet and of course, the obvious parallel is that he still doesn’t want you to go. But the sadder part is how you are watching him decline and you don’t want him to go. My heart breaks for you. 😦
As it began…it continues. Beautiful story told with all the love there is…xoxo
Oh Julie….I adore this story!
Anthony must have been mortified! I love how you have described yourself too. You’re making me smile again! Keep it up, I need to smile. 🙂
I love this love story!
I love it that Anthony was a dollar short. John and I met in college, and we usually went out to eat Dutch, but sometimes, he “forgot” his wallet. My friends joked if I could afford to have John as a boyfriend.