It was quiet, much quieter than she expected
When he stumbled into her life
All Levi jeans and winter boots,
A musky scent, filling our space.
She was expecting fireworks, a flash mob
With everyone dancing and a fluttering heart,
He pulled back the strand of hair
That often fell across her eyes
And whispered into her ear
‘I like your smile, and you made me laugh.
Can I take you out for a glass of wine,
And we’ll just see where this thing goes?’
2 thoughts on “it was quieter than she expected”
Those are the best sorts of loves, I think, Rachel. No need for fireworks, or seeing stars, or strolling musicians. I met my husband that way – quietly. Not dressed up, not at a posh restaurant or anything. Just casually. And that was a lo-o-o-ong time ago…
Aw, that’s so sweet. I sometimes think that those that are loud are trying to prove something. I’d much prefer a quiet confidence in what I have.