Once, while visiting a friend who was living in London,
I bought a T-shirt with a picture of Big Ben on it.
You know this tower, clock and the bell ...
(Frankly, I could newer understand which one of them is "Ben", but it is a fact - no matter which you call Ben, they all are quite Big.)
So I got this funny T-shirt and it played a major role in my life...
Despite a previous bad relationship and general hesitance towards marriage in general, she managed to capture me. Perhaps capture isn’t even the right word, it wasn’t a sudden occurrence at all, but rather something that snuck up on me very gradually. Our love formed over time, in a gradual process like the forming of a mountain.
Our love didn’t just spring forth suddenly from nothing.
At the first time we met it was blessing because we met at church and we found each other very attractive.
Once, after the service, she asked me if the tower on my t-shirt is a religious building.
I got confused...
(How can it possibly be, that a person my age doesn't know what a Big Ben is? )
I joked back: "No. It's an Eiffel tower."
Diana suddenly run out of the church sobbing. I felt so terrible.
Did I really hurt this girls feelings that bad with nothing but a silly joke?
After a short while, I understood that she is not coming back by herself, so I followed her out of the church. I found her sitting on freshly painted bench in the garden next to blooming bush of roses and crossly wiping her face with a paper napkin.
This was the first time I witnessed how touchingly silly and fragile a woman can be.
Maybe that was the Moment when I felt in love with her somewhat unconsciously,
although after this it took a while for our bounding to become physical.
God's grace! Our love didn’t just spring forth suddenly from nothing.
Tiny particles, given over time consolidated to form this solid beautiful thing.
So it was before the turning point, and even more after the turning point.
Now I was waiting for each sunday just to take a look at her knees. I didn't dare to look higher, as I knew that my imagination is challenged enough with her presence.
We had been friends for years. Separated by differing paths after high school. Suddenly I realized, we were always flirtatious, though before it seemed like nothing. It went on like this for a few months.
I fought so hard to not force time to go faster. Sometimes I was wishing I could just mute the preacher and fast forward the service, so you could burn me with your farewell smile. In my mind I knew you were it; the one I was supposed to experience everything with for the first time.
We spent countless hours together running around museums and surrounded by piles of books at the library.
We slowly fell for each other while we drank that glass of wine, which seemed to fill itself every week more and more.
It did overflow. In our wedding.
p.s. Yes. We did go to see Big Ben in our honeymoon trip.
XXX
I am tankful to Diane for reminding me love exists.