Cloud Nine...

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We left the bridge and drove back to my apartment. The few minutes from point A to point B are a blur to me. I know I was on cloud nine. I had finally, after three weeks, kissed the man of my dreams. He was perfect. He was exactly what I wanted.

When I called off my engagement, I knew what I was doing was right, but it was hard to realize it at the time. One of my college roommates, told me to write down everything I wanted in a husband. She said, "write down even some of the silliest things you can think of, write down everything you could possible want."

I thought it was crazy to make a list of the "requirements" I had for my future spouse, but I did it anyway. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I wrote things like; a return missionary, loves music, speaks Spanish, wants to have lots of kids, has straight teeth, treats his mom well, loves me unconditionally, all my brother's like him, the list went on. I think I had 50 things that I wanted in a guy.

50 things I was unwilling to compromise on.

One of the things on my list was that he was a good kisser and that I enjoyed kissing him. And on this night, I knew I loved kissing Oswald. (TMI? Sorry)

We went back to my apartment, both on cloud nine. We sat on my couch holding hands, afraid to let the moment and the feeling of what had just happened pass. We wanted to savor the feelings we were having.

But, as in all good things, this night had to come to an end also. His sister's car pulled into my complex and we knew it was time to say good night. He bent over, placed his hands on my face and kissed me long and hard this time and as he pulled away, he said, "See I knew this would happen."

"What would happen?"

"I knew that once I started kissing you, I wouldn't want to stop."  And with that he turned around and walked out my door.

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