Tell me a love story and I’ll tell you mine.
In honor of February, a month full of romance, I want to hear your love stories. They can be bitter-sweet, happily-ever-after, or tragic. On Valentine’s day I held a small giveaway and the only requirement was that people tell me about their first love. That giveaway is over now, but I’m still greedy for stories.
Comment here telling me about your greatest love, the deepest love you’ve ever had, and I’ll randomly choose a winner for a special gift.
My love story starts when I was in college. It was the summer after my freshman year and I’d chosen to remain on campus to work in the theatre summer program. I was (am) a huge theatre geek. I moved into the only dormitory open during the summer with the rest of the students who were staying on campus for various reasons.
One night after a tough day building sets for the show, I walked into the communal kitchen on my floor to make dinner since it was so late the cafeteria wasn’t open. There, standing in front of the stove, was a guy I’d seen hanging around with some male acquaintances of mine. I didn’t know his name, but I knew for certain he didn’t live on my floor.
It was late. I was exhausted. And this guy was using my stove. Needless to say, I was annoyed. I asked him what he was doing there. Why wasn’t he using the kitchen on his floor? Yes, I was kind of a jerk, but he just gave me a sheepish smile, apologized, and said the stove on his floor was a complete mess because the guys were disgusting. I laughed. It was true. I’d been in there and I knew the guys he was referring to. We chatted while he finished cooking his spaghetti then we said goodbye.
I kept running into him after that. He continued to hijack my kitchen to cook, always spaghetti. He was the roommate of one of my fellow theatre geeks so whenever I went to visit my friend, I’d see him. He was also a good friend of the boyfriend of another friend. I still didn’t know his name, but through random circumstances, we started getting to know each other more and more. I found him extremely intelligent, funny in a silly/cute way, sweet, kind of naïve, gentle, and caring. He was so different from guys I knew then. In fact, he’s still different from anyone I’ve ever met. Special.
One night my friend’s boyfriend and this guy ended up getting drunk together. While my friend nursed her boyfriend I spent the entire night taking care of spaghetti man. I sat by his bed, made sure he had water and wasn’t going to get sick. He mumbled his thanks over and over again and all I could do was smile at him. He held my hand and didn’t let go even after he fell asleep. It was sweet. It was innocent. And that’s when I started to fall for him.
I slyly got his name from my friend and started organizing ways to bump into him. We got close and started hanging out on our own. But it was already the end of summer and we were both moving into the new semester dorm. I didn’t want to lose our connection so I started writing him secret admirer notes and leaving little clues.
The funny thing is, that whenever he got a new letter he’d come straight to me because we’d gotten to be good friends. He couldn’t figure out who was sending him the letters and kept asking for my help. Hah! So cute. I think he knew, deep down, and now when I ask him about it, he says of course he did. It took a couple months for me to work up the courage to come clean. I wrote my final letter and told him to meet me at a special place on campus. It was private and surrounded my flowers, really romantic. As soon as he came in and saw me, a huge smile stretched across his face.
We’ve been together ever since.
It’s a little cheesy right? But he’s the reason I love, love so much. I want to share that feeling with everyone forever and ever.
Won’t you help me? Let’s love. Spread it everywhere to everyone.
Don’t forget to tell me your love story for a chance to win a special gift.
And always remember, I adore you!