August 11, 2009

I keep all sorts of things.  Notes, letters, CDs, the occasional stack of coupons I'll never use, and text and picture messages on my phone.  One of life's great unfairnesses for me is that I can only keep thirty incoming texts while I can save two hundred outgoing messages.  Why would I want to save messages I've sent?

Anyhoo...

I took a little trip down text message memory lane this afternoon and discovered that my first-ever text from GPOM was on July 28, 2008, the night before I started the bar exam.  It said that he'd gotten a callback for a play and that this good news meant that I was due a good sign as well.  I couldn't answer - I didn't know how to text back then, but I thought it was sweet and funny and very telling that his good news somehow meant mine was coming.

Years and text upon text upon picture message later - this is how we got reacquainted, as the three-thousand-mile distance made it tricky to date traditionally, we got closer and more involved.  I kinda thought he might be the one - at least, I was making a strong emotional argument to myself that this was meant to be - until I got a text from him on August 11, 2009.  By then I was thinking of visiting him and planning my trip and getting all excited.  But this was a calming text, and this was the exact day that I knew that I wanted to be with him forever.

Ready for the missive that set this whole thing in motion?

"Cool! Want nething frm the sto?"

I knew that for the rest of my life, I could look forward to notes like those.  And I fell, completely.