Every Day I Wake up I Get to See my Dream

“Experts¬† on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love.¬† For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other.¬† Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.” – Marilyn Monroe Nine years ago my mind was blown. I was standing next to my dad. He was standing next to Dave. Dave stood next to Patrick. Patrick next to Stu. Stu next to Jimmy. I’d had a few beers already, but that wasn’t enough to slow the butterflies in my stomach. I looked at the people sitting down. There were quite a few people sitting. My eyes blurred and the people became one. My mind slowed and then, bam! She appeared from the doorway more beautiful than I thought possible. I had seen her many times. I even saw her that morning, but I had never seen her like this. Her strong shoulders were exposed and her beautiful face was framed by wisps of her delicate hair. Her eyes welled. My mind blew. That day I promised and vowed to be Laura’s biggest fan and best friend. I never had a best friend until I met Laura. I only had better friends. Some were better than others, but when I met her, I knew. It wasn’t even a gut feeling, it just felt right. It was the opposite feeling than when I have deja vu. My stomach felt warm and calm. My body felt numb. My heart was full. You know it’s funny, looking back at that day. Where we started to where we are...