I keep meaning to ask you if you felt the same way the day we met but so far I haven’t had the nerve to pose what seems an important question. I think the reason I still haven’t asked you is because I am nervous you might say no in which case I might feel embarrassed, and if you say yes I might feel angry and launch into a bunch of why questions.
It’s silly to feel nervous after all these years and I think I would prefer anger to embarrassment. Of course, if I never ask you if you, too, felt the orchestra in your chest when you answered the door that long-ago day, I will have to keep wondering and I quite like wondering.
I remember exactly what I was wearing – a mauve t-shirt, long batik skirt and thongs. And I remember exactly what you were wearing – a tight black t-shirt, black football shorts and striped football socks (I don’t remember the colours).
I didn’t know back then that falling in love could feel so much like the adrenaline that accompanies a very loud alarm – the kind of alarm that only sounds if there is a fire, or a bomb threat, or worse even.
I didn’t know back then that falling in love would devastate me.
jmgoyder 
What a shock it must have falling in love so completely like that.
Yes! Thanks for your support Susan – it is a hard but wonderful story to write and I have blogged so much of it already but this time I am trying to form it into a book. I am hoping new readers will not know that Anthony is dead.
Gripping. Keep going
the extreme highs and lows of love
Falling in love is like that
Indeed! Falling in love devastates whole lives and not always in a good way.
i fell in love just like that too. instant.
You’re off to a fantastic start, Julie…
You have reminded me of the first time I ever saw Bob. It is amazing how we remember every detail of what they were wearing. Though I suspect that in my case, if I asked, he wouldn’t remember a thing about what we were wearing. Thank you for the memories; yours and mine. ❤