The first time I met him, he asked me to type his resume.
The second time I met him, a few years later, he said hello from the doorway of a cubicle.
The third time I met him, he asked me to a Valentine’s Banquet.
The fourth time I met him, we shared cheese sticks and drank iced tea.
The fifth time I met him, he introduced me to French Silk pie.
The sixth time I met him, he walked in the door, knelt at my chair and asked me to marry him.
The seventh time I met him, he said, “I have something for you” and he slipped a ring on my finger.
The eighth time I met him, he asked if I minded and we stopped by to put a red rose on his late wife’s grave on our way to the Valentine’s Banquet.
The ninth time I met him, he said, “I do.”
And he did.
After seven weeks.
He crossed his heart, and promised to… and kept every one of those promises. And then some.
In all the world, I’ll never find a love as true as his.
Part of the month of February’s Luv Posts!
*I Cross My Heart, George Straight (perfectly epitomizes his love for me)