October 17, 2009

I want to go back for a bit....today is our one year anniversary, well would be. God I miss him. I don't want to have to think about dating, but yet I am thinking about it. I have to move on sometime. He moved on. Why can't I? I don't want to be thinking about this, I want to be making reservations at The Melting Pot like we had planned. Our first date....we met at a mexican restaurant in Louisville. El Nopal..one of my faves. I remember what I wore. White tank top under a black top, a reddish necklace, the jeans I am wearing now and red shoes and my black jacket. He wore his Echo hoodie, a black metallica t-shirt, jeans and his tennis shoes. He pulled up in his black Honda. He hugged me and smiled, said it was nice to officially meet me.

He took his jacket off before we went into the restaurant. I looked and thought he had full sleeve tattoos. When we got in the light I discovered it was hair. HA! I didn't tell him that until this past March. He laughed.

We sat in the restaurant and we talked and laughed forever. I knew it right then...he was the one. I just knew it. It was perfect...absolutely perfect. I had never ever felt that way before. It was just....I can't describe it. He was the one. I was excited for our next date and our first one hadn't even ended. We ordered our food and talked the entire time.

I invited him back to my place. We get there and he laughs and tells me that he texted his buddy my license plate number...just in case I tried to sell his kidney. HA! We watched Night of the Living Dead. Great movie. He didn't leave until 2 a.m.

I can't believe we would be celebrating a year. God, I just want him back. I want to be in Louisville, planning our day out, spending the night with him. Instead he's not here. I just want him to come back.