Leave it to the two of us to discuss - at length - what that really means. Should we write about the day we remember most frequently? Or should we write about the day we remember in most vivid detail? Maybe we should write about the day we wish to remember most.
I could go on, but I think I am analyzing the question too much, so I will get to the heart of the matter. Meredith and I thought about this and discussed a few possible answers (particular days in Italy, our wedding day, etc), but arrived at the same conclusion.
Our most memorable day together started late on the last Friday before classes started for the fall semester of our sophomore year. Meredith and I had known each other for close to a year at that point. We had gotten to be friends throughout our freshman year and had kept in touch over the summer. By that Friday night, we had been back in Conway for about about a week and had been hanging out here and there.
My evening was spent playing at a coffee shop in Russellville with Residub (the reggae band for which I played guitar). We got back to Conway around 10 or 11 PM by my best approximation. Ben and I got back to our apartment and found our roommate Colt asleep with the Beastie Boys' Hello Nasty blasting on the stereo, so we did what anyone would do...we danced until he woke up and then left before he could ask what was happening. We wanted to go to a party, but people were streaming out of the apartment complex we were heading toward as we arrived, so we changed plans and met up with Meredith, Lena, Andy, and Joe at the new fountain on campus.
We splashed around in the fountain and took pictures - this was before strict rules concerning the fountain were put in place in response to ongoing vandalism and general buffoonery. After a while at the fountain, we went to play in the sprinklers, then back to the fountain, then to my apartment for some dry clothes before eventually walking back to Meredith and Lena's suite in Baridon Hall and settled in for the evening.
Lena and Joe disappeared and we had lost Ben and Andy at some point, so Meredith and I sat in the living room and talked. As we talked that week, I had been going on about a friend that I really liked but didn't want to risk ruining the friendship by revealing my feelings. This went on for a while before I finally came clean and admitted to Mer that I was talking about her and was just crazy about her - that I had felt something special for her since we had met. I didn't know what to expect and her reaction was...
Silence.
When I looked at Meredith, she was smiling her beautiful smile and she told me she had felt the same way for just as long. I was so surprised that she felt the same way and I kissed her shortly after that. In that moment, Meredith did not kiss me back and I felt like maybe I had made a mistake, but I came to realize that she wanted to make sure I was taking that step for the right reason and not just making a rebound move.
From there, I think there was hand holding and hugging and I slept on a pile of throw pillows on the floor while Mer slept on the couch. The details are a little hazy, but I will never forget the way I felt to see Meredith smile at me that night when I told her she was my crush.
That may be the sweetest story I've ever heard. I've always thought the school spent way too much money on that fountain but if it helped you two get together I guess it was worth it! :-)
ReplyDelete