I like this QOTW
best one yet!

Let me add my tale. The moment in question has about two years that prelude it; which we'll whizz through now.

I was working with a girl a few years older than me. Not exactly being sucessful with the ladies, I wrote off my chances which was the best move I ever made, as it made me relax around her.

We worked in a local shop, not exactly taxing or busy, so left us a lot of time to lark about and talk. Used to walk her home every night too, as she lived very close.

Anyway over the first year, we became closer. I wanted so badly to tell her how I felt, but couldn't handle the possibility of rejection. I also kinda knew that once I got with her, that'd be it, and my aspiriations of being some kind of stud would be gone forever.

Unfortunatly, I didn't have the choice. She got with another bloke from work, a complete twat. It all came out at the work Christmas party, and when I saw her put her arm around him in the way I wished she would to me, I could do nothing but run away and hide. (btw; I mean it literally...)

Cue about 9 months of working with them both. Him being a complete fool, I had to listen to how he mistreated her and took her for granted, the bastard.

I went back to uni and only worked weekends, thus seeing neither of them. About two months later, I ran into this girl as she was walking home from the pub alone. I gave her a lift, and we caught up. After I enquired as to how 'he' was, she told me they had broke up. I was so shocked I almost crashed the car, and was obviously trying to be sympathetic whilst hiding my glee!

When I got home she sent me a text, to say thanks, I didn't even know she had my number, so that was a pleasent suprise. Cue us keeping in touch more, with messages flying back and forwards many times each day.

And then the work Christmas Party comes around again. We all go, yet somehow I only remember talking to her the whole night. Being a gossiping crowd, they all start to say to me what a lovely couple we'd be as she went to the bar/toilet.

This carried on for a few hours, and at one moment, she went away and I was surrounded by my other colleges, practically bullying me to do something about it. She came back, and looked nervous, I imagine she had a similar lecture.

Slowly, we edged towards each other, smiling akwardly, but in silence. I tentativly started to outstretch an arm towards her, as if to put it around her waist. I think my heart was beating about three times its normal rate!

Before I knew what happened, she looked up at me in a way no one ever has before. No words were said, or necessary, she just wrapped her arms around me, and held me so tightly.

We just stood there, in the middle of some god-awful club in each others arms. I kissed her forehead and smelt her hair whilst stroking it, absolutly wonderful....

So dear reader, I expect you assume this was my most beautiful moment. Well, its defintly up there. But the one I had in mind happened about a month later.

We woke in each others arms one morning, in that warm, fuzzy glow you only get after sharing a single bed with someone else. Facing each other, both heads on the pillow, she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes and said:

'I think I love you'

The first time anyone had ever said that to me, and without even thinking about it I spluttered out the same back to her. I then kissed her and held her so tightly, and we both started to cry!

Nothing will ever be topped by that moment, just thinking about it now makes me glow all over.

Thanks for sticking with this rather long story, I hope it was worth the read. Its nice to share such things with strangers....I suggest you all do the same.
(Smoking Joe, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 17:11, Reply)