26 September 2008

loves and misses

The first time I saw G was at church. He was wearing this weird greeny tweedy vest (thrift store find probably) and I didn't care for that much, and the fact that I saw past that and his "cool" horn rimmed glasses said something. At least to me.

I didn't actually exchange any words with him until right before Christmas break. I was a sophomore at BYU and he was a senior living just on the other side of the pool (which I NEVER swam in the entire time I lived there - too small, too odd colorish, too open to the public.. unlike the DT pool which oddly enough I DID swim in. Once. Weird.). Anyway, his apartment was cool. I knew he was in a band, I knew I was oddly attracted to his younger skinny roommate, and I thought they were all related. You LeSueurs.... But he and his roommate came over late one night, right before Christmas break, randomly, and ended up hanging out with me for a while. I was up writing music actually (former life) and so I talked with his roommate about music and stuff and G just sat there. When they left, I thought he was bored. He barely said a word. There was just so something about him though.

Turns out he was fascinated that I was up writing lyrics and had a guitar. I think that's why he started dating me, really.

The first time he called me he said, "I don't know if you know who I am but..." Uh duh, I'v been stalking you for like 3 months now. I would tell my mom on the phone, "George's truck just drove by." I would leave French stategically to see him walking home. Eventually we were walking home together. Well, I was walking. He was skateboard riding.

He prayed for bad weather so I would come home early from a weekend trip to Aspen. Our first kiss waited for me to get back. Early.

He told me he loved me for the first time on our trampoline.

He went off to Washington DC to see Radiohead right before he told me he wanted to marry me. A last single guy trip.

His band was Sunfall Festival. And they were pretty darn good. I have to say I loved watching him up on stage.

I miss that now.

G is in Utah this weekend. And he will be up on a stage with Paul Jacobsen and his BFF Scott. And I won't get to see it. Maybe I will pull out some old SFF video tapes and watch those.

I miss you. Come home safe.


Nicki September 26, 2008 at 4:41 AM  

Your story is too perfect... I love it!

Melissa September 26, 2008 at 11:09 AM  

I love how we met stories and yours is so sweet. You guys were meant to be.

The Daines September 27, 2008 at 9:22 AM  

I love you like a siter, cause you're the sister...
Yeah, George told me that is why he was first interested in you, up writing music and all.

Alison September 27, 2008 at 1:05 PM  

It looks like George could be Bobby Brady's best friend playing football with Joe Namath! Cute picture. Yea for the 70's!
You both are so real. It is refreshing; there is nothing fake about you guys!

Erin September 30, 2008 at 3:00 PM  

I remember all us girls in our Colony apt. going to a toga party at George's apt., and he simply couldn't take his eyes off you. What a great match you are. I think it's fabulous how happy you make one another.

paul October 2, 2008 at 9:52 PM  

Thanks for lending me the G.

This will all be easier when you guys finally cave in and move to UT.


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