I can't focus on writing what I'm supposed to be writing. My hero and my heroine met for the first time, and the dialogue seems to be the easy part. The rest is the toughie-- I want to make the description interesting, and not filler. But then a song on my playlist completely distracted me.
I first heard Fisher's "I Will Love You" three nights after my eighteenth birthday. Listening to it put me back where I was at the start of my relationship with Mike, and all the terrible confusuion and heartache that entailed. A lot of you didn't know me then. Allow me to reminisce.
Mike and I met at AC Moore, an arts & crafts place. I was a cashier trying to make some money the year before college, and he was the custom framing guy. The first time I saw him, my heart jumped so hard in my chest that I felt a very palpable pang of pain. That was my first night at work in February of 2001. I had run out of register tape at station four, and he'd squeezed into the tiny booth to fix it. I remember wanting to lean into his shoulder, wanting to breathe him in, maybe even kiss the back of his neck. Then I realized he was a perfect stranger. Also, I had a very long line of plump housewives to take care of.
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I first heard Fisher's "I Will Love You" three nights after my eighteenth birthday. Listening to it put me back where I was at the start of my relationship with Mike, and all the terrible confusuion and heartache that entailed. A lot of you didn't know me then. Allow me to reminisce.
Mike and I met at AC Moore, an arts & crafts place. I was a cashier trying to make some money the year before college, and he was the custom framing guy. The first time I saw him, my heart jumped so hard in my chest that I felt a very palpable pang of pain. That was my first night at work in February of 2001. I had run out of register tape at station four, and he'd squeezed into the tiny booth to fix it. I remember wanting to lean into his shoulder, wanting to breathe him in, maybe even kiss the back of his neck. Then I realized he was a perfect stranger. Also, I had a very long line of plump housewives to take care of.
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