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Only a few short months ago, my life changed. I came across something that would immediately change my life forever; From this one moment, I made a realization of both purpose and clarity within my being. I found what made me complete…
Like many college stories, mine begins at a party. This party was just like any other of its kind: A few drinks, a good group of friends, and plenty of people around looking to socialize. Then it struck me, out of the corner of my eye I saw an familiar splash of beauty I could not forget from an earlier time. Across the garage, I saw her; I had met her the year before in a floor-mate’s dorm room. The conversation had been nothing memorable, and her name had been taken note of, but it was her face… That beautiful face… That had been engraved into my mind like it had only been yesterday. “What if she doesn’t remember me?” I thought. I refused to second-guess myself, and I took that courageous march across the garage to address the beauty that I thought only existed in my wildest dreams. “Remember me?” I chimed, but no catch… She looked at me with a confused stare. I thought to myself that I had blown it, but I refused to give in that easily. “…From Ryan’s room?!” I added in. Suddenly, the Blonde Beauty’s eyes lit up, revealing cascade oceans of blue that left me paralyzed in admiration. She remembered me: Thank The Lord. It seemed effortless as the conversation flowed on and others that filled the frat house garage were erased one at a time from my consciousness. Those eyes: I could not look away. And just as it seemed the hypnosis of her presence would never escape my uttermost undivided attention, she had left me. Something like, “I think I am going to go dance a bit with my friends,” was she had said. Just like that she was gone.
Small talk had been a regular occurrence at occasions like this. “Why is this girl still running through my head?” I asked myself, locked amidst my own inner-confusion. Just when my mind seemed at ease, I walked my back through and into the center of the party. It was just as I was making my way past the dance floor that it happened again. I was left speechless again by the beauty who had filled my thoughts the entire night. We already had exchanged numbers, and held a solid conversation, but that was not enough: I needed more. I looked at her out on the dance floor. She stood out like a star amongst an empty sky. She had a sort-of natural shine about her, and it seemed like no matter where or how she moved, the spotlight of my mind remained focused on her. As if I were destined to make that move, I thoughtlessly glided across the room and began to dance with her. She immediately turned, getting a better look of who had come up to her, after making eye-contact with me, she grinned a glistening smile and continued to dance. She moved like no girl I had ever seen before. As we danced together it just gave off a euphoric feeling of our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The feeling was surreal.
Before you know it, it had been the next day, and I was back in my apartment. The angel was gone, and was once again only a figment of my dreams. Meeting girls had been a normal thing for me and my friends, but for some reason I found myself telling my roommates stories of this beautiful angel as if I were a young school boy talking about his first crush. “She’s probably not going to text you.” They told me. I began to believe them… After all, it would be too good to be true. I waited all that day: Nothing. I went on Facebook later that night to discover that I had one newly accepted friend request. It had been one that I had sent out about a year prior. It was her. “Maybe there’s a chance,” I thought to myself… And just as my hopes peaked I received a text from an unfamiliar number. It was her yet again! My heavenly wishes had been granted. For the first time for as long as I could remember, I felt a rush of satisfaction that radiated through every fiber of my being. The text conversation that ensued was even more enthused than the talk that had occurred the night before. She had an amazing personality… One that stood out over any person I had talked to before. She had it all: She was perfect. We finished texting that night, and picked back up a few days after.
As the days went by, our conversations became more frequent and more interesting. Soon the texting combined with snapchatting. Now I was able to see that beautiful smile all day, everyday. With that simplistic ability, I was satisfied. She brightened up my everyday, and made me laugh throughout the entirety those days. She was perfect, and she proved that even more with each day. We planned to see one another, for she wanted to come out to anther party, but plans kept coinciding and our hopes to meet out continually fell through. It was alright though, for I continued to fill each day with her smiling face and our delightful conversations.
It all changed when one night she needed a favor. She needed a ticked for a show that she was going to that week. Having a ticket myself, I met up with her to sell the ticket. I didn’t care that I was selling the ticket for my own cost, and made no money on the transaction. I got to see her in person for the first time since that party, and she was looking even more beautiful than I had remembered.
I needed to see her again. And so I gathered the confidence to invite her along on a date. She loved the proposition, and cordially accepted. As we hugged goodbye that night and she dropped me off at my apartment complex, I felt it for the first time: We were meant to be.
Following a few reschedulings, I eventually found myself on that date with my beauty. It had gone better than imagined. As it always had from the beginning, our talks flowed smoothly as they transitioned from one topic to the next. We went for well over an hour without a moment of hesitation or pause in conversation. We were perfect together. I continued hanging out with the beauty for the weeks after.
Things were going amazing. I began to see a whole new quality of life I was unable to ever see before. It was soon after this that a move was made that would change my life forever. On the nineteenth of December… A date I will never forget… I asked her to be mine. Following her acceptance, we spent, and continue to spend, countless times of love and fond memory together. She is perfect, and together, we are perfect.
Time is no measure of how much me and my angel have been through together. In a few short months. We have grown substantially as individuals and as lovers. We have lost, loved, and lived on together, all-the-while continuing to grow stronger with each step of the way. Me and my blonde-haired beauty are the best thing to ever happen to one another. She completes me, and I am certain I hold a similar effect on her life. Never would I have thought in my wildest dreams that I would be blessed enough to be able to look next to me, as I go to sleep, and see the beautiful angel that had caught my eyes and captured my mind at a party all those months ago. Never have I thought, that I could feel this happy… or that life could be this real and this satisfying. Never have I thought I would be blessed with a love like this, and never have I thought I’d ever meet a girl like you, Ashley Marie Trimarco. You are that beautiful angel of my dreams. I am so proud to be able to call you mine, and more importantly I am so happy to be able to call you my babygirl and my princess. I love an adore you, My Love. 12/19
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. — Hannah Baker, from Th1rteen R3asons Why: a novel by Jay Asher (via rebellioninconformity)
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