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Another year, another Valentine's Day without having a date...
...but I suppose this year my date is only living in Edmonton and away, so I can have one later. I'm not sad really, so don't worry about me. I'll get to have a Valentine's Day with a significant other for the first time next year (yes you heard that right).
Anyways on this occasion of remembering a certain saint and how he was brutally martyred, I want to remember something that was LOVE-ly and happened a while back (and didn't involve death). The picture I have posted above was taken during the afternoon of November 3, 2005. It was one of the first of my daily cell phone pictures that I would continue to take up until this very day.
It was a Thursday and Survivor parties usually happen on Thursdays. On this specific one my good friend Amy decided to bring her very good friend Melissa to hang out with us. Yes, we had previously met her about a year before at a dance party, but this was really a new thing. It was a meeting. Despite Melissa often being shy around new people, she fit in quickly with us, telling jokes and laughing for hours after the show was over. It was as if she had been friends with us for a long time and not simply for that one night. She had made an impression and that would keep her coming back to hang with the group on many more occasions.
At the time I did not love this girl, but I did think she was highly cool. Love came later on. Over the next few months this wonderful girl began to woo me and finally I took notice of her and got the courage to ask her out.
By the way, the title of the picture that day was "Love is in my Hand" and how very interesting that day would bring the love of my life into my life. A prophetic image it most certainly was! Now on this Valentine's Day I cannot hold her in my hands, based purely on distance, but it will come down to another day, when not only will the girl I met that day be my friend or my best friend, but a lot more. On this day you will all meet a new Melissa and a new Trevor, living their lives as one unit...
...could it be? exactly two years to that day?
Maybe it could. Truly love is no longer in my hands, but it has became a part of me, inside of me. It makes me dance, a spontaneous dance without music!
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...but I suppose this year my date is only living in Edmonton and away, so I can have one later. I'm not sad really, so don't worry about me. I'll get to have a Valentine's Day with a significant other for the first time next year (yes you heard that right).
Anyways on this occasion of remembering a certain saint and how he was brutally martyred, I want to remember something that was LOVE-ly and happened a while back (and didn't involve death). The picture I have posted above was taken during the afternoon of November 3, 2005. It was one of the first of my daily cell phone pictures that I would continue to take up until this very day.
It was a Thursday and Survivor parties usually happen on Thursdays. On this specific one my good friend Amy decided to bring her very good friend Melissa to hang out with us. Yes, we had previously met her about a year before at a dance party, but this was really a new thing. It was a meeting. Despite Melissa often being shy around new people, she fit in quickly with us, telling jokes and laughing for hours after the show was over. It was as if she had been friends with us for a long time and not simply for that one night. She had made an impression and that would keep her coming back to hang with the group on many more occasions.
At the time I did not love this girl, but I did think she was highly cool. Love came later on. Over the next few months this wonderful girl began to woo me and finally I took notice of her and got the courage to ask her out.
By the way, the title of the picture that day was "Love is in my Hand" and how very interesting that day would bring the love of my life into my life. A prophetic image it most certainly was! Now on this Valentine's Day I cannot hold her in my hands, based purely on distance, but it will come down to another day, when not only will the girl I met that day be my friend or my best friend, but a lot more. On this day you will all meet a new Melissa and a new Trevor, living their lives as one unit...
...could it be? exactly two years to that day?
Maybe it could. Truly love is no longer in my hands, but it has became a part of me, inside of me. It makes me dance, a spontaneous dance without music!
4 comments:
Against the letter j, not cool.
Beautiful bro.
Absolutely beautiful.
nope, sorry. try the letter z.
try x before my sister is assasinated or something
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