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,
But instead
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?’
Margot Kinberg
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…
patientandkindlove
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.