And She Thought We Were Just FriendsApril 2, 2009 at 2:16 am | Posted in Our Love Story | Leave a comment
Tags: Barton Cutter, disability, disability and marriage, disability and relationships, love, love story
To be honest, there was part of me that never expected to see her again, and yet somehow it was only natural that we did. When we met again, it was at a longer seminar, and somehow I got lucky enough to spend the better part of an entire week with her. Honestly I don’t remember the exact point I fell in love. All I remember is the more time we spent together, the more I knew she was the one. By this point, however, I was definitely noticing how incredibly gorgeous she was, and everything about her absolutely floored me.
There was one morning, she ended up helping me eat breakfast and about five minutes into the meal, I noticed she had not taken one bite of her own food. As she was about to give me the next bite of granola and yogurt, I looked at her quizzically and said, “You know you need to eat, too.” She promised she would, but that wasn’t good enough for me, so I gave her a look. And she sighed somewhat resigned as finally began to eat also. As we ate together, I found myself remembering what astonished me so much about her eyes several months prior. She was so warm despite her apparent shyness.
The more we talked, the more it felt like we were to halves of the same whole. When I learned she was a writer, I knew there was no possible way I was going to let her get away without doing everything I could to be with her. That day when we were sweeping the sidewalk, I remember thinking, I had spent my entire life waiting to meet someone who just might fall in love with my poetry, and I was hopeful that she was the one.
After that conversation, there was no hope for me. I was head over heels, and I’m pretty sure she had no clue. On the second to last day, we both became really busy, and didn’t have an opportunity to spend much time together during the remainder of that seminar.
I remember getting ready to leave and about two hours before getting in the car, I had started to look for her as I was determined not to leave without her phone number or email. I had my other friends looking all over for her, but none of them could track her down. I finally got in the car to go, and I gave my friends one last plea to go and try to find her. Fortunately, they did and when Megan got to the car, she climbed in he backseat and sat on my lap. She tucked her information into my front pocket along with a small piece of turquoise, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked back inside. I was absolutely going out of my mind. I don’t know if she knew what she had done to me, but I was about to have a heart attack. I could not wait to talk to her again.