[NAME REDACTED] April 9, 2009
Not sure if this is the Ardi I would have known, but does the name [NAME REDACTED] sound familair?
Just curious....
Ardi Mekanik April 10, 2009
My freshman year in college I fell in love. She was a beautiful vixen, athletic, curvy, with hair that smelled like summer and toxic eyes bluer than the deepest ocean. They looked green when she was angry or serious.
I met her out one night with friends. She had a boyfriend at the time. She wouldn't let me kiss her. But I knew we had something. 2 weeks later she called and said she's coming over. We went out to dinner and she told me she broke up with her boyfriend. My 19 year old mind wasn't smart enough to worry about this being a pattern. I was just glad she was single as she fell asleep in my arms.
She knew how to love and when she gave herself she gave all of herself. Fully. Honestly. No holding back.
I was young and untamed. She tolerated my immaturity, infidelity, and selfish idiocy for a year. Eventually she found someone better and moved on.
The last time we spoke she told me she was getting married. I told her I was happy for her. I meant it. I told her I would love to attend the wedding. She said she didn't think it would be appropriate. I wished her well. We never spoke again. That was 15 years ago.
I've only been in love 3 times. She was one of them.
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That [NAME REDACTED]? ummmmm ... no ... I don't think I remember her.
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