Saturday, July 11, 2009

Why July 6 Matters to Me

On July 6, 1991, I called up my friend Amy to ask her if I could come over to her house. Fifteen minutes later I was there with two red roses in hand. I told her how much I appreciated her friendship for the past three years and how attracted I was to her. I asked her if she felt the same, and she did. We talked for a while and ended up kissing (twice).

Now, eighteen years later, she's still my best friend. I'm still attracted to her. And I still like to remember how it all began.
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