Memoir - Week 14
In the short time I
knew Erin my opinion had always been that she well knew her own heart. So, the
day when she said those words to me I accepted their full force and the
conviction with which she had uttered them.
I was sitting on a stool in my living room, only days after Erin’s
return home.
“I love you,
Julian”.
Still, by the time
I had processed the gravity of her words – merely a split second – much had
flashed through my mind. Past relationships with girls. The direction I thought
my life had been heading prior to meeting Erin and the month in Australia I had
just experienced with her.
It was a surprise,
and those few words caused in me a whole of body experience, ending with
elation and the recognition of knowing I felt the same about Erin.
“Erin, I love you!”
I spilt these words into the mouthpiece without knowing I had done so;
simultaneously had spoken them with the utmost purpose and awareness. This
seemed like a relationship gaining momentum that I had for once not fallen into
by some error, caprice or default.
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