 | The next year we each lost our virginity to other people. I wish we would have gone through with it that one rainy night, but at the time we couldn’t have known how important it would have been.
The summer before senior year we finally succumbed to the inevitable. We were attached at the hip, best friends, lovers, confidants and partners in crime.
Thirteen years later we are now happily married, and he can still make my knees weak by simply saying my name.
Although we have been through trials and tribulations during those years, some causing us to part for weeks or even a few months at a time, we always found each other again. We always knew we would be together forever.
I used to struggle with that, wondering why it was that some people searched most of their lives for their soul-mates and yet I had found mine as soon as I was of the age to realize boys weren’t “gross” anymore. It seemed too easy, and I thought for sure it would all end.
I don’t feel that way anymore. Now I just feel lucky.
Really, really lucky. |  |
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