It was a Monday

It was a Monday – our first date. I invited you to meet me for lunch at The Bay. I never wanted to leave. I was completely captivated by you.

It was months before, in November, when you started a conversation with me. I remember asking what your Thanksgiving plans were.  I tried to ask you out for a drink several times after that, even reaching out on social to ask you out. To no avail.

Then, one day you messaged me out of the blue. I had figured you just weren’t interested.

But, I took a chance and invited you to lunch on one of your rare days off. That first date was on Monday, April 7. We had lunch, and we kissed before saying goodbye. I was totally hooked. We went to dinner the next night.  That was the beginning of a little more than a year of on-and-off dating — before your moving away.

I’ve known you for 12 years, and every time I see you, I fall in love with you again,

Missing you always and wishing you well.

Author: Him

A story of love lost. Just a guy in love with a woman that doesn't want a relationship with him. She moved away and married someone else. I have shared this blog with her, and she knows the truth. I tried. I waited for a while. But, none of it worked. She is married to someone else now, but still drops into my life now and again. I am trying to move on. But, she was my one true love that inspired me to be a better person. If any of this story has meaning to you, please let me know. Thank you.

2 thoughts on “It was a Monday”

  1. Wow! I typed a whole comment and it’s gone.

    12 years? It seems like a lifetime ago. How do you remember these things?

    I was serious about moving back, I just really don’t know how it would work. Someone once told me I can’t call ******* home anymore……

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