Paris
The day I met her
was just another ordinary day, well so I thought it was going to be. Every morning without fail I go to this
little corner coffee shop called Café de Flore there is normally no one there
but one other man and his tiny black dog that just sits right next to him
keeping watch. I get the same thing and sit in the same spot, but that morning
there was someone else sitting in my usual spot. She was a young, long brown
hair, green eye with a sparkle of blue, sitting with a bit of a hunch, not good
posture at all. I went up to get my coffee and walked over to the area where
she was sitting. I awkwardly stared at her. She looked up very slowly and said
very calmly and quiet,
“Umm… Can I help
you?”
“ You’re… uh…
kinda in my seat.” I muttered.
“ Oh! Well I
didn’t see anyone’s name on it, so I assumed I could sit here.” I laughed a
little and replied,
“ Well its not
really my seat, I just normally sit there every day.” But I noticed that she
was not smiling. That was the shortest conversation I had ever had with
someone, and I really thought I would never see or talk with that girl again,
and for the most part I was all right with that.
A couple weeks
later as I am walking into my favorite little coffee shop I see her once again.
I thought to myself,
Do I leave and go
somewhere else, or do I go in and try to talk to her? As I stood there
stupidly, I made up my mind. I went in and got my coffee, and walked over to
where she was sitting.
“Can I sit here?”
I questioned.
“ Sure…”
As we talked more
and more every day, I started to realize that she was just an average girl; she
was an amazing girl. The more we got to know each other the more I thought
maybe this was fate. We met every day at the same time at that little corner
café. As we grew together we traveled and did almost everything together. She
was my best friend, and I was hers. To everyone else around us we were weird
and an oddball couple, but we didn’t care. We were perfect in each other’s eyes.
Well sometimes we
weren’t all that perfect, yes we fought and pissed each other off, so bad that
we couldn’t stand to be in the same building let alone look at one another. We
always had away of making it up to one another.
After about one
year I decided to ask for her hand, but I was really nervous still so nervous
that I could barely get the words out.
“Anne, umm…. Well
I was wondering if you would marry me…?”
As she answered me
with a laugh and a big smile, the not in my stomach started to untangle and she
shouted out the words,
“Of
course I will!!!!”
Shortly after we
had a simple but everything she wanted wedding that seemed to be the most
nervracking beautiful day of our life.
