Paris

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.