for the first time.
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I was pleasantly surprised when Jacob had switched his beloved bike to his cage of a truck. It made me all the more curious as to what he had planned for us that evening. I bit down on my bottom lip, though a grin still pushed through on my features as I began to follow him, facing frontwards. “I don’t mind,” I said with a shake of my head. I was a simple woman, easily pleased. Each gesture that he made was already sweet enough and I never found myself asking for more; all I needed was the love he gave me every day.
Once we got settled into his truck (smelled like him, really - it was nice to sit in. I was usually the walker of the relationship, never took a car to work), I couldn’t help but reach over and turn on the music. I kept it at a low, comfortable volume. I looked over at him with a soft smile. “You know, you didn’t have to do anything to make it all special,” I reassured, reaching over to place my hand on his lap. “I mean, you wore a bow tie for me. That’s enough.”
It was never that I thought of my love life with Jacob to be dull or routinely. We were both workaholics who knew the value of money and how important it was to be stable for each other before we could really indulge. Our relationship stood on the basis of those foundations that we built for each other, so it meant almost nothing to me that we weren’t out every weekend eating at fancy places and doing fancy things. And when the time came, we were always giving each other bouts of spontaneity; just enough to make it meaningful. But in retrospect, it was all special to me - I could count the favorite days in my head where all we did was sit talking all evening.
After she got settled in, I shut her door before jogging over to the driver’s side. It was strange, because all of sudden I felt like it was our first date all over again. Nerves tangled their way into me and swallowed me whole as I climbed on in the truck and gave her a smile. I remember our first date like it was yesterday, and sometimes it shocks me to know it wasn’t yesterday. That’s what I loved about being with her. She made every day feel like I was jittery teenager with too much love in my heart. And I guess that’s when you know that you’ve found the one. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life loving this girl, because it was damn fact that I would.
At the mention of my bow tie, I adjusted it playfully before sending her a wink. I knew she loved me in these things, even if they nearly choked me. Her big bright smile was enough to make it all worth it. “I know I don’t have to do anything special,” I told her matter-of-factly before throwing the truck in reverse and listening to the way it pathetically creaked as the tires rolled. God, this was a piece of crap. I wasn’t going to admit that, though. I loved this piece of crap. “But I want to.” I smiled over at her and reached over to hold her hand. On my bike, she clings onto me and I love the feeling of knowing she was right there. Hard to not hold her hand while I drove in my truck.
Now I know we weren’t really the type to go somewhere fancy. Not only because it wasn’t in our budget, but it wasn’t necessarily our style either. But I had been working overtime for the past month or so, and I saved money secretly just for this night. Our style or not, she still deserved to have a three course meal at a four star restaurant. I didn’t want to keep dragging her to the place we so often frequented, and I knew in my heart that she deserved so much more. So, here I was pulling into the parking lot of La Rive Gauche, one of the nicest restaurants in town. You know it’s fancy if you can’t pronounce the name. “Don’t get mad,” I started to say as I pulled up where the valet waited, “But I saved up some money for tonight…”
