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| - "Little lady you look so fine
Can't turn my eyes away
So much I want to say, and
Tonight I want to make you mine
We'll turn the lights down low
And dance so very slow
I know that we don't know each other well
But I can't believe I'm wasting your time
So tell me what to do
For the love of you tonight
'Cause I've been holding back what I feel
Love's so real
But I can't wait another minute,
I can't wait another minute
'Cause I've been holding back all I feel
I'm for real
'Cause I can't wait another minute
I can't wait another minute for your love
Your love..."
(I Can't Wait Another Minute by Hi-Five)
The scent in the air from the earlier drizzle rekindle distant memories from our first date. And it inflamed the persistent passion that I have for my one and only love.
It was that one Saturday, seemingly eons ago, when we went on our first date. And summarily after that, our life's journey began.
And its evenings like these, when we go out on a date after a rainy day, that I am reminded as to how lucky I am that my one and only love, and my best friend found herself a forever home.
I had so much to share with her on that fateful date night. Then, I discovered that we had a lifetime filled with a myriad of minutes to share our passionate love for each other.
We had a wonderful evening, as always. And after dinner, I didn't want the evening to end.
Therefore, I took the long way home. And I made a stop on the Marina side of Tempe Town Lake. I opened her door, took her hand, and we went for a walk.
I remember this quote from the movie Sleepless in Seattle, wherein the character of Tom Hanks opines what made the relationship he had with his deceased wife so special...
""Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home... only to no home I'd ever known... I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... magic. "
That was a movie. Pure fiction.
My Beloved's hand that I held on that fateful Saturday was real. And my love for her is oh so very real!
I don't have to close my eyes, hoping to dream about an alternate reality of some fictional siren that would one day call out my name.
I don't have to write about a fictional character that I concocted, hoping and praying that someday I would meet such a person.
I don't have to wonder what it would be like to have someone by my side through all these years, giving meaning to an otherwise lonely existence.
Because each and every moment, reality is as sweet as this moment in time.
This particular evening, and countless many other past; as well as, many others that are to come, are a continual reminder to me that reality is here and now.
And I don't have to wait another minute for her love...
Because her heart and her love are in my hands.
And I can't nor will I ever let go!
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