Today is the last day of the love story. I promise. This morning, my husband gives his conclusion and this afternoon I give mine. If you need to catch up, you can read the entire love story by clicking here.
I didn’t think about Laura romantically because she was my employee and that’s sort of tacky. Plus we were so different on so many levels that I didn’t think it would work out, so I just didn’t think about it at all. But we spent so much time together that for all intents and purposes she was my girlfriend except there was no physical relationship.
When we would carpool, it was never boring. We didn’t agree on a lot of things we talked about, but it was always good conversation. I respected Laura’s opinions on most things, even when we didn’t agree. On the other things, I wrote her off as crazy.
India and Indonesia were a lot to deal with. It was awesome, but the days were long and hard. I thought about her a lot while I was over there. Being gone that long made me get introspective and made me realize that it was stupid and I just needed to let myself go and try it. I was really missing her. While I was in Indonesia, my house flooded. Laura took care of it and it made me really appreciate how well she looked out for me. When I got home, it sort of just changed. I finally came to terms with how I felt about her.
It was scary because I thought we were a bad fit politically and religiously. But what made it okay was that we didn’t have conflicts in our friendship over that. I always respected her way and she always respected mine. Those differences didn’t seem to be in play as far as our relationship and the things we did have in common just seemed a lot more important.
Laura was just always the one that I would want to call no matter what happened. For anything, even just to talk. The night at the bar when we finally had the big talk I was terrified. I wasn’t sure it was going to be forever, but I knew it wasn’t going to be casual.
Then we kissed and I thought, “This is never going to be the same again, what am I doing?” but lucky for her she was a good kisser.
The rest is history. The best thing that ever happened to me.
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He's a keeper, right? Of course he is. I'm no dummy. To read his take on our first meeting and the beginning of our friendship, click here.
