*Side note this writing prompt was inspired by the writing style of Lidia Yuknavitch in The Chronology of Water*
Sorry to those of you who aren't saps like me, you may not like this post! But here's what I've written so far:
This is the story of how I fell in love.
February 11 2013, I had just become reacquainted with a guy I was great friends with the year before. Back then we always had these really bad jokes that we thought were hysterical. So a few days earlier I had sent him a picture of a Valentine's Day card with a picture of Hitler on it with the message "Be Mein". Michael agreed it was hilarious and asked if I wanted to make these cards with him and hand them out on Valentine's Day. Obviously I agreed. It was too good not to do.
On that Monday, Feb. 11 2013. we went to CVS and bought lollipops, condoms, and paper to print the cards on. I'll never forget what he was wearing that day, a navy V-neck sweater and blue jeans. His hair was getting longer than I remembered and his beard was starting to grow out.
About a year earlier I never really noticed what Michael was wearing. I loved him then but in a different way. He was the guy who made me laugh, who paid inexplicable amounts of attention to me, who picked up a key and said, "This is the key to my heart" because I told him a few days before that it would be a really cheesy and cute thing for a guy to do.
There is no specific time when I fell in love with Michael. I'd like to say there's one specific time or day, but there isn't. I fell in love with him so many times over and over.
The day he gave me that key was the first time.
Another time was on February 11 2013 after we had finished making those cards. When we finished making the cards, I went into his closet and started putting on his clothes. This led to a full blown dress up party with funky hats and scarves. Then I realized that any guy willing to play dress up with you at the age of 18 just to make you laugh is the kind of guy you want to be with. I fell in love with Michael on that day too.
On Michael's 18th birthday, August 6 2012, I made him a mix CD. I called it "Songs from 17" because Michael was wildly opposed to turning 18 and becoming an adult. So I made him a mix of the songs we used to drive around to or make fun of and occasionally sang along to. On that day, Michael gave me a gift too. We drove to the Sea Wall and he gave me the bottle of Chanel perfume that I had asked for months ago. I fell so in love that day that it scared the hell out of 17 year old me.
February 14 2013, Michael and I walked around the high school cafeteria like demented Cupids handing out our cards with Hitler's face on them and lollipops and condoms attached. Everyone seemed to want one. As if everyone wanted to laugh with us and our weird inside joke. Us, Michael and Priya. Michael and Priya. MichaelandPriya. One unit.
Later during that lunch period, Michael got called out because he received a singing Valentine. A singing Valentine, if you don't know, is basically one of the most obnoxious things ever. You stand in the lobby and the chorus forms a circle around you and sings at you while all your friends watch. It's awful. Borderline torturous really. I had them sing "The Longest Time" to him.
On February 21 2012, I would've never guessed that one year minus three days later I'd be dating that boy who's house I went to watch Star Wars (and play Star Wars monopoly) with. February 21 2012 is the day I first hung out with the boy I would later fall in love with over and over again.
aaaaaaand that's all I've got so far. I wrote this (brain stormed the idea and actually wrote it) in about a half an hour or so. I recognize it's not perfect, but it's what I've got!
Sendin' ya'll all the good energy in the world,
Priya
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