The Love of My Life

In love, you could say I am the luckiest woman alive. I first met Brian when I started working at his dad’s restaurant when I was 15. I was the hostess on Sunday mornings. Soon, I started working more, bus girl, salad bar girl and finally waitress. We would talk a lot, but nothing romantic. He was definitely my friend first. As we got to know each other better, we started flirty with each other and writing little notes back and forth while we worked. The notes ended up being more challenges to see who would kiss who first. Finally, one night, we were the only one left working and Brian would drive me home from work anyways. I was sitting in a booth looking out the window, waiting for Brian to finish up and he slid into the booth next to me and kissed me. And then kissed me again and again. We have been practically inseperatable since.

We would talk on the phone all the time, I would even fall asleep with the phone off the hook while he was on the other end of the line. I would cook him dinner, or we would go to the mall and shop and have dinner out. We loved to go to the beach. We went everywhere together.

After a few years, Brian bought a townhouse and we moved in together.