Hi there! What a beautiful story I stumbled across and am allowed to share here! Another little part of “Couples” and it is all shaping up now.
Thank you so much, Nutsrok, for letting me share this story. If it is meant to be, it’s meant to be 🙂
“I met the one I’d always love sixty-four years ago today, the day of my birth. Our families were friends and his mother was there to help out when I was born. Two and a half years old and more experienced, he wisely waited for me to grow up a little before showing interest in me. I was pre-occupied with what I’d experienced earlier in the day and had no time for him, possibly leading him to think I was playing hard to get.
From time to time, we’d be thrown together over the years, at holidays, school events, community, church, and family visits. He was pleasant to me. I liked him, but had no idea he held a special interest in me. The summer I was seventeen, he’d gotten a car and starting calling regularly. My sister Phyllis thought he liked her, so I made a point of getting out of their way when he came to visit. All socializing was done in the living room in the midst of a large boisterous family with the TV at full blast, so there was no question of privacy. We could take a guest to the snack bar in the dining room if we wanted, but we were still in the middle of things. Coincidentally, my fourteen-year-old brother, Bill, really liked Bud, too, so he thought he was there to see him.
After a week or so of nightly visits to Phyllis and Bill, I was surprised to get a call from Bud, asking me out. I probably stammered a bit, since I thought he was interested in Phyllis. I accepted, and that was it. We were married two years later. Forty-four years and two children later, October 27, 2014, we celebrate our sixty-fourth anniversary together. We’ve had the best life anyone could ever have.”