Imperfect

Hello people;
I'm feeling so lifeless, emo and depress today. & YK, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. I was just bored. Donkey Cath is coming to my house from Wed to Sun. Isn't that just cool? But she'll be talking to her bf for ages. They are inseperable from each other. What to do..... I actually like being imperfect. More bubbly, more fun. I mean, mistakes are meant to be made. So yeah..

If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't fall in love with you. If I didn't fall in love with you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do and I will.

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

This is a story: Have We Met Before?

The warm and blamy weather created a perfect night in Southern California for the first outdoor party of summer. Wearing my best white summer dress to show off my newly acquired tan, I applied my makeup perfectly. My honey blond hair shined a new penny and bounced in a pageboy when I walked. I looked like a "hottie", and I knew it.

Busy talking to my friends, I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. A tall, handsome guy had just walked into the backyard and took my breathe away. Older than all the other high school boys at the party, he stood out as a college man. I remembered one of the girls, Anne, said she had invited her older brother.

" Wanna dance?" I heard his deep voice beside me.
" Sure " I replied, certain he could hear my heart beating in my chest.
We danced cheek to cheek under the moonlight and talked about everything under the sun. The night finally ended, and I gave him my phone number, hoping he'd call.

There was just one little snafu. I was leaving on vacation the next morning. Two weeks at Lake Tahoe. My parents couldn't understand my reluctance to go- I had convinced myself that Paul would forget me by the time I returned.

I moped around during my entire vacation and read romance novels by the pool. My parents urged me to go to a dance at the local teem centre. I stubbornly said no. I had found my guy, and I didn't want to meet anyone else.

Everyday I sent him postcards- not the small size, the giant 5x7 variety. I wanted to make sure he didn't forget me. When I returned, I waited for my phone to ring- nothing-. So I took things into my own hands and planned a backyard party. All my friends came, and I held my breathe, waiting to see if Paul would show.

Finally, I heard his voice.

" Hi, there! I guess you've been in Taheo by the looks of my mailbox. "

" Yeah, you didn't forget me while I was gone, did you? " I asked, grinning sheepishly.

" How could I? I have enough postcards to paper my room. You are one crazy chick. I'm going to call you 'nutscake'.

" I'll allow that if you dance with me, " I stated boldly.

" I like a woman who knows what she wants, " he said, taking my hand and placing it on his shoulder. " You know, it's funny, all the time you were gone I felt like I knew you from somewhere. Have we met before? " he asked as we swayed together, cheek to cheek.

" Never ", I replied.

Forty years later, we're still together, snuggling and laughing. He still calls me 'nutscake'. I still remember that kiss, the romance of that night, and all the years that followed. The tall college man and the girl with the shiny blond hair have passed the years convinced they've known each other since forever.......

Nights guys. I hope you enjoyed the story. =)
I love you, my dear. Muax.