Writes..."Remarkably Remarkable"

me: "we are remarkably similar."
her: "dont i know it! im glad u used the word 'remarkable'"
me: "why? i tend to use that word a lot when i'm talking about you."
her: "cuz i think it describes us perfectly...."

"it's funny, we use the same word to describe our relationship, our feelings and each other. ever since i wrote that i thought she had been "remarkable beautiful" when we were younger, that word, or some variation of it, has become a staple in our conversations...

her: "i know you've probably heard this before but your brain is remarkable tensai :-)"

her: "u are hands down and quite possibly the most remarkable and talented person that i know..."

me: "you flatter me... you truly are a remarkable woman."

her: "i mean everything u write is "great"! its genius! everything is remarkable how cud it get any better?"

and in my writing...

"i remember when we were younger; seeing her and thinking that she was a beautiful girl, remarkably beautiful in fact, and nothing's changed except now she's a beautiful woman. she's still remarkable and she's about to find out that i've thought so for a long time."

"everybody who's just looking at her face or staring at her body, is sleeping on the things that make her truly remarkable."

"i understand the very core of what makes her up, even when the thing that truly makes her remarkable, her soul, is lost on everyone else."

"...that i think i see her for more than most; and that i realize she's a truly remarkable woman."

the day i decided i wanted her to be mine, i knew i wanted her to be mine forever...

i look at myself in he mirror and i see black on black, which isn't surprising because i like black, so i wear it a lot. today it's a solid black knit long-sleeved "southpole" shirt, the logo on the left chest, over a solid black "southpole" t-shirt; some faded black "southpole" jeans and a pair of black "timberland" boots with the same matching white stitching as the jeans. like i said, i like black. my hair's short, naturally curly, but not long enough to actually be curly now; it's only brush fade length, with a beard's that tapered and low. wire frames and a silver "bulova" watch complete the grownup look. got the smell-good on; it's "cool water" for me; has been since i was stealing it from my brother as a teenager. i'm clean; about as clean as i can get and i am ready...

tick… tick… tick… i glance over at my watch and realize that it is time to put down the pen; the “bulova” says “time to start living o’clock”. there are no more words to write…only a life to begin and i now know that living begins with her. i grab my phone and dial her number. “brr-ing…brr-ing…'hey, how are you?'”; and just like that, the future i want begins with a “hey, how are you?”.

the conversation flows like it always does: we talk, we laugh, we even shed a few tears. and we fall in love…because sometimes it’s just that easy. why can’t it be that easy for two remarkably remarkable people? i ask myself: if it’s wrong to tell someone you love them when you don’t, then how is not telling someone you love them when you do any less wrong? i can’t pretend i don’t love her and there wouldn’t be much point in denying that i do.

i ask her if she will come over. i want to see her; to experience a moment or two in her presence. “anything for you”; she’s said that to me more than once and if i were a smarter man i might read something into that. but i’m not really smart, at least not people smart; my ears hear her words but my brain's never processed what she says to me. she agrees to, and within the hour we are hand-in-hand walking towards our special place; a little bridge overlooking a stream i had showed her the first time she had come to visit me. it is special because it was the place where we first shared our feelings for one another face-to-face; the spot where we shared our first kiss; and it was where i pulled out a rolled-up a piece of paper, manipulated the way we used to when we were younger; a long thin strip shaped into a circle and folded over to fake a diamond. and voila, i had my own pseudo-engagement ring. and with it, on bended knee in black "southpole" jeans, i ask her to spend the rest of her life with me.

...i wanted her to be mine forever...

and nothing's more remarkable than her wanting that too."