Our story started one Friday in April 2003 after I had just finished writing my final exam of my first year in University. Needless to say, I was exhausted. When my phone rang and my best friend asked me to go to the movies with her and a new group of guys, the last thing I wanted to say was yes. I knew she really wanted another female companion and I agreed to go under the circumstances that I would go, but only if I didn't need to look nice. I wanted to just go straight from my exam- little makeup, comfy clothes, and disheveled overall. Little did I know that I would be soon meeting my future husband.
When we arrived, there were so many new people that I quickly said hello and sat in my seat at the end of one row and he at the other end 5 seats away. The group was simply talking about nonsense when for some reason someone brought up the name of a painting famously related to the French Revolution. The title of it was on the tip of my tongue when L. all of a sudden said "Death of Marat." Let me just say, I was impressed. Mostly because I had just finished writing a history final for my course focusing on the period of the French Revolution to present day. This guy knew his stuff and his mentioning of the most gory and unromantic piece of art made me notice him.
Here it is! This is what started our life of love; a piece depicting death. Sweet, sweet irony!
I sat through the movie, which was horrible, thinking about those few seconds. The flicker where we interacted with one another for the first time and over a gruesome portrait about a dead man. Out of our small group, we were the only two that knew the name of the painting. Would we all go to a coffee shop after the movie was down? What When the final credits started rolling and the lights turned on, L. and one of his friends stood up, quickly said goodbye over their shoulders, and walked out the theatre's side door.
I was stunned. Where did he go? Was he coming back? Will I ever see him again?
I stood there and wondered, why do I even care?
(To be continued)