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Love Story #1470
Four Months of Happiness, A Lifetime of Love
by Jamie
Hello. I am submitting this love story on the day my girlfriend Samantha and I are celebrating our four-month anniversary on April 2nd. Unfortunately, we could not be together, as we are both attending separate schools in different cities about four hours away. However, two weekends ago, we were fortunate to be able to spend almost four full days together as she came up to visit me at my university. I want to talk about that weekend and why I think these last four months of happiness will become a lifetime of love between us.
She arrived earlier than expected on Wednesday around noon. I completely skipped lunch to go down to the bus station to pick her up. When I walked through the door of the terminal and saw her sitting there and our eyes made contact, everything was right. When she stood up and we embraced eachother, everything was beautiful. When we finally locked lips together in a sweet, loving kiss, everything was perfect. The way it felt to finally have her back in my arms again was just ineffable, just completely sweet and amazing to feel her in my arms after being apart for about a month.
We had the most amazing time that weekend! She came to one of my classes with me. We ate popcorn and talked until the wee hours of the morning. We spent “penpal day” together and hung out with some great grade one kids and had a great time. We ate meals with eachother everyday. But the best part was, we slept together every night, cuddling and wrapped up so tightly and warmly in eachother’s arms like there was nothing wrong in the world… and to us, there wasn’t. No one to bug us or ask dumb questions or accusing us of being lovey-dovey or worrying about essay assignments or exams. It was just magical. Us being together - that was all that mattered.
Friday night was the most amazing night! It was the day of my university formal, which was basically the reason why she had come to visit in the first place. When she was done using her make-up and styling her hair and finally put on her gorgeous, beautiful amazing black dress… the butterflies in my stomach flew, my knees wobbled like Jello and my head got a little more light-headed with every breath. She had sent me a picture of a modle wearing the dress over the Internet, but seeing HER in the dress was just totally beyond comprehension. I just went completely silent and just admired her beauty in every way. She truly was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and, after seven years of being friends, it was difficult even then for me to comprehend that this was her, this was the one, this was the love of my life – and she standing before my very eyes, looking as gorgeous and as stunning and as beautiful as ever. It’s a moment I won’t ever forget.
We had a great time at the formal together! We had dinner, hung out with all my university friends that she had met before, had pictures taken of us together in our fancy clothes, danced to the fast songs and the slow ones of course… and when we wanted to, we just went to a table by ourselves just to hold hands and talk and kiss. It was truly a wonderful night and probably my most memorable formal experiences, even better than my high school prom.
However, the most amazing part of the night happened once the formal was over, when we went back to my residence room. I picked her up and carried her up the last couple flights of stairs, as her poor feet were killing her from the shoes she was wearing. We both went in and I told her to sit down on the bed. After I put some “appropriate” music on, I went over to the bed and sat down near the end of it, where her feet were. We were both really tired – it had been a long and exhausting day. Anyways, after she removed her shoes, I took her bare left foot in my hands and massaged it, her ankle, her foot and her toes. In the semi dark room, with the romantic music playing, both of us still in our formal wear, my silk tie still done up… she relaxed her head on the pillow and let me massage her feet. The most incredible feeling came over me as we did this, something that cannot be described, but can only be experienced. She’d moan softly as the muscles in her feet began to loosen up again. Her right hand rested just over her right eye, with the back of her hand resting on her forehead. Her left hand rested palm down on her tummy. I sat upright, with my feet hanging off the edge of the bed, with the wall supporting my back. And I continued to massage her feet. After I had concluded with the left foot, I slowly brought her right foot closer to me and began to massage that foot as well. And again, she’d moan lightly if I touched a sore spot on her foot, and then sigh delicately as her muscles loosened up. All I could do was look at her face, her beautiful face, and into her deep, luscious eyes and just thank the Lord that we could be together on such a wonderful night as this. I was so content that doing something so simple as massaging my lovers feet that could make her feel so good and special. It was truly a remarkable experience
I only massaged her right foot for a short while. She slowly pulled and away and said, “Stop.” Slowly, she sat up and moved closer to me. Her left hand extended and softly caress my face, and my right hand extended to softly stroke her hair with my fingers and lightly massage her cheek with my thumb. She moved closer and our eyes met. It was finally then that our eyes closed and our lips, ever so slowly, pressed together. At first, just our lips pressed against eachothers, as slowly and sweetly as humanly possible. Soon, we began to use our tongues to caress the other’s, as our lips remained pressed together. Our hands still massaged eachother’s necks and hair as we kissed. It’s no telling how long we kissed – all sense of time had disappeared by this point. Electric jolts ran up and down my spine as we kissed. My heart thumped away in my chest. My head had little feeling, not quite dizziness, but just amazingly pleasurable. Occasionally, we’d moan simply out of passion for eachother. Finally, our lips parted and we looked eachother in the eyes yet again.
I shifted position so that my back was straight against the wall. Samantha then changed position as well. She curled up on the bed and situated herself with her head resting on my thigh and her right arm wrapped around my right knee, and her left hand softly massaging my left leg. My right hand softly and slowly ran through her golden hair as my left hand softly ran up and down the back of her fully exposed back, as the dress was a halter top dress. Again, time is confusing at this point as well, but we just lied there together, me with my back against the wall, and her curled up in my lap. There were no words spoken between us – nothing needed to be said. We just sat there and savored the feeling. The feeling of two young people being so intimately and deeply, and just so much in love. Finally, the words were spoken. “I love you” came from her sweet voice, and my voice replied, “I love you to sweetheart.” This was not the first time we had said “I love you” to eachother, but this time was certainly a time unlike any other. Feelings of love always accompany whenever we say “I love you” to eachother, but I don’t think my feelings of love towards her were EVER as strong as they were at that moment. Not even about thirty minutes later, when we were passionately making love. The feeling was still very much there, obviously, but I still think it was even stronger when we were just sitting there with her curled up in my lap. When the words “I love you” were spoken, much as when we first kissed when she arrived, the world was perfect again.
Neither of us will ever forget those moments that night. Although it would’ve been great to have someone there to take a picture of us throughout the entire time that all this happened, the memories and feelings and love and nostalgia are what we will always remember. It was an unbelievable experience.
However, my point is that these feeling of love that we have for eachother, even after four months, aren’t feelings that come and go. Our love for eachother is something we experience every day, and, unfortunately, they are feelings that we have to deal with as well when we can’t be with eachother because of the distance. These feelings are constant and I don’t want them to ever go away, and I know Samantha feels the same way too. We want it to last forever. Amazingly, these four months of happiness, we believe, are only the beginning of what will become a lifetime of love – just for the two of us. Forever.
Samantha, I love you.
Jamie
Notes From The Author:
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Hi sweetheart,
First of all, HAPPY FOUR MONTH ANNIVERSARY! You said after you had left after this weekend that you wished someone had been there to take a picture of us in my rez room that night. Although this isn't quite a picture, it's my best recolection of EXACTLY what happened that night. Because being a university student = a lack of money (as I know you understand), I thought this would be the best possible gift I could give you: the gift of reading and remebering the time that we were more in love than we ever have been. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I love you so much hunny and, as the Garth Brooks song goes,
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