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chick flicks-the feeling

I love chick flicks. Not just any chick flicks, but the ones about falling in love with someone for the first time. That first meeting, those feelings, the sweet things that are said. The first time you say I love you and the first time you are told.

When I met Rick some odd 17 years ago, I met him in a bike shop. Just walked in with my dad to buy a mountain bike and there he was. Funny, not that I was really looking, or looking at him in particular. I was hoping a best friend would finally see me, so glad he didn't, and I didn't realize that till I went in to return the helmet I got that was the wrong size. I bent down to look at the sizes, and there was Rick, helping me. That was the first time I saw him, and his smile, his green eyes.

(Funny thing is someone mentioned a couple weeks later that what is said should be watched, for I could end up being Rick's wife one day.)

That fist kiss. The thoughts in my mind wanting to scream out "Kiss me!" The heart fluttering as it happened and the electricity that ran through my body knowing that it was unlike any kiss I had ever had before in my life. As I was driving off, the smiling girlie scream of excitement I let out.

Those moments. The ones you remember so vividly in your mind like it was yesterday. Laying down in the back of a Ford F150 pick-up in the middle of a suburb in Gahanna, looking up at the stars. Talking about odds and ends when a question of future comes up, and he says "I see you in my future."

I love those chick flick movies because it brings back those memories. Not that they ever went away, but they just got put away for a little while. There are things that happen in my life that have me falling in love with Rick all over again, moments that we go through or when I see him go through things, become someone he never thought he could be. Those are times I fall in love again.

But it is never like the first time, there is just something special about the first time. My heart just swells when I think of all those first time moments.

...What I wouldn't give to go back and watch those moments over and over again, like it was my own chick flick movie.

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