The Day After Independance Day

It was the day after July 4, 2000. It was the new millennium and the night before, I sat on the beach, with my family, thinking about him. I had hoped that one day we'd be together on holidays celebrating as most couples in love would. That was a long night.

We had plans the next night, once all obligations had been filled. We could focus on each other and we did. We were lying together, post coitus, and HE looked into my eyes and said, "You know I'm falling in love with you don't you?" I was shocked. On my calendar, in March, I had marked the exact day when I knew I was in love with him but that was a secret I would never tell first. And there it was, the confession of a man in love...and it was for me!

"Did I say something wrong," HE asked. "No, I just...." uhhhh, I was shocked. I was speechless. I had never expected that to come from his lips, so soon. I told him that I was in love with him too and the rest of the night was a blissful celebration that we felt the same way.

I don't recall any romantic event in my lifetime like I recall that moment. We don't celebrate anniversaries but if we were to do so, July 5th would certainly be the day to remember.