Three years ago...wow, I can't believe it's been three years...I was still grieving over the rather gruesome death of my best friend and faithful companion, my dog, Donny. Three years ago, I never expected for love to find me, and not on a church retreat. But, lo and behold, there it was, sitting at the table in front of me.
We had gone up to Thousand Oaks, to CLU for a retreat, and all of us were going to "workshops" in the classrooms. The rest of my group went to this weird workshop, but I went, by myself, to a workshop where I was allowed to meet the members of the band that would play that weekend (and that I had already heard before, DSM).
Okay, so I was in this workshop, and this girl, along with her friend, walk into the room. As usual, I say hi, and ask her name, and I strike up a conversation, but this time, it's different... I...was nervous.
It may have something to do with the fact that she giggled a bit, but I think it was much more than that. Throughout the workshop, we looked at eachother, back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Well, after the workshops ended, we parted and I went back to what I was doing before, which was hanging with my friends. I told them about her, but they didn't believe me, until she showed up in the church service later that evening. (BTW, I'm a hardcore Christian, so if anyone doesn't like God, or Christ, skip this. You'll hate it. Everyone else, keep reading.) She walked in, and I...sat next to her. I had never done that with any girl before.
After the service, there was a carnival of sorts, and we walked over there, hand-in-hand, side-by-side. Throughout the night, we mainly just sat around, talking and sometimes cuddling. I honestly never expected that to happen. I know it's not as exciting as some might have though it would be, but for me, this was one of my happiest moments. Up until now, I had been plagued by the pain of my dog's death, but now, I felt as though God had suddenly said:"ENOUGH".
Although our "romance" lasted a very short time, I will remember it always, not as some sort of a non-sexual-fling, but as my first, and perhaps only, encounter with an Angel. I know it seems a bit corny, but I just feel that she was sent to me, to help me move on. Now, as a senior, my thoughts drift back once in a while to that night, but it has also taught me to move forward. I now realize that, although sometimes friendships and love can be short-lived, the feelings they create will last forever.
To me, Angel will always be spelled with an "i" on the end, (her last name), and, yes, this is corny, but every word of it is true, and every feeling expressed was felt by yours truly.
If you don't believe me, think about the last time you saw an angel. Did he or she have wings and a white robe, or did they look like a normal person?
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