State of Grace

I love the song State of Grace by Taylor Swift.  Her whole new album is excellent.  I posted this picture because this line from that song reminds me of Boston.  As we approach our "one year" from meeting/ interacting, I can't help but reflect a little on the past year.  I certainly never saw him coming, and I know I will never be the same.  It is quite weird to even try to remember life without him.  He is my everything.  He makes me feel whole.  He makes me feel things I never knew existed.  That is why I will never be the same. 

Sometimes I wish I could write our whole story down. Like The Notebook!  I thought I'd give it a go, and start our first chapter.

December of 2011


Life was going alright for Amanda in December of 2011.  She was just finishing up with her first semester in college.  She had also began her second year working at Kneaders Bakery and Cafe.  Change was in the air, as she had been made a night manager on Saturdays just a few weeks ago.  With this new responsibility came a great sense of accomplishment, and she was feeling pretty confident at work.  One Saturday night, December 3rd, she went to take a dirty dish to the sinks in the back.  As she neared her destination, she was taken back a little bit.  Classical music was being played on the radio.  "How unique," she thought to herself.  She approached the young man who was scrubbing away at a dish.  His name was Boston, and all Amanda knew about him was that he was Lennyx's little brother.  "I like your music," she stated as she set the dish down.  She smiled to herself as she walked away.  She didn't think twice of the encounter. 

Meanwhile....

Boston had started working at Kneaders in October, and was mostly enjoying himself so far. It was a Saturday night, and he was in the far back doing his favorite job, dishes—he could work in solitude on Saturdays, go at his own pace, and most importantly, listen to music. Tonight he was in a more serene mood; he was listening to 89.1 FM, the classical music station. His thoughts wandering to this subject or that, his manager came back to drop off something for him to clean. Her name was Amanda. She had just started managing Saturday nights, so he didn't know her very well, not to mention she was a quiet girl. As she set down the dish, she looked at Boston and softly said, "I like your music" with the subtlest yet warmest of smiles, her eyes glowing. She left to go back up front, but her image in Boston’s mind did not. In fact, it was forever seared in his memory, ingrained in his mind's eye. So powerful was it that he thought of nothing else for the rest of the night. Her small—not thin or sallow, but small, perfectly red lips; her cute little teeth, so white; her glistening irises that calmed his soul and filled his heart with such tranquility; her soft, heavenly voice that soothed his every worry, relaxed his every muscle; her impeccable olive skin, with the most exquisite pink hue, that he somehow knew was softer than a cloud. He could not understand what had happened. Just by looking at him and uttering those four simple words, that seemed so meaningless yet so profound, she had imprinted something inside him. Something incredible. Something he had never experienced, nor could comprehend. It truly was like love at first sight, though he did not think of that. As a matter of fact, he had spoken to her once before, but hadn't felt anything significant. As he reflected however, he decided that the reason for this encounter being so momentous was how close she was—close enough for him to look into her eyes, to be mesmerized by them. This woman, this beautiful, lovely woman, had enticed him to such a degree that he had never imagined existed. At that moment, he knew that no matter what challenges he had to overcome, no matter what bulwarks he must traverse, no matter what obstacles stood in his way, he would make her his own.