In March I knew I was in love because it happened just like everyone tells you it would. ‘It hits you and then you know’ they say. So, one day it beat me in the head harder then I ever imagined. This ‘Love’ feeling, was given to me by a certain; Nathan Towle from New Brighton Minnesota. As cheesy as this may sound I knew it the first time I saw him. That day in March, when I was enveloped by this massive feeling, that can only be described as ‘love’.
It was Friday and I was expecting him. After a day of waiting around and reapplying mascara, I had finally succumbed to wasting away in my guitar room until further notice of the then mysterious Nate. A few hours must have gone by because I could hear my mothers voice echoing from the foyer that ‘Someone’ Is here to see me. I get up and walk slowly to the stairs. I remember trying to walk in a slow tempo so as not to appear so close to the door. I gracefully climbed one flight of stairs that reached my foyer where he stood.
It was Friday and I was expecting him. After a day of waiting around and reapplying mascara, I had finally succumbed to wasting away in my guitar room until further notice of the then mysterious Nate. A few hours must have gone by because I could hear my mothers voice echoing from the foyer that ‘Someone’ Is here to see me. I get up and walk slowly to the stairs. I remember trying to walk in a slow tempo so as not to appear so close to the door. I gracefully climbed one flight of stairs that reached my foyer where he stood.
At first, we looked at each other like we were old friends. An electricity buzzed between us. I raised my hand and waved. Instantly I felt calmed, like my nervous make-up routine of placing eyeliner on every couple of minutes was a complete waste of my time. I could already tell I didn’t need to be wearing any make-up that very moment. This feeling was much to intimate to be wearing something so fake.
“I’m Holly.” I said as I approached him. He stood a loud six feet tall. But the rest of him contradicted his threatening height. Soft blues eyes peeked out from behind deep sockets. His face, a comical and good natured one loomed over me. I figured a face like that could be misunderstood. Like, if you were far enough away you might call it a brooding face of an angsty teenager. But up close you could see nothing but a sense of pure wonder in his eyes.
“Nate” He put his hand out to shake. I remember vividly thinking this was an odd way to meet a girl you intended to take out on a date. But, I passed it off as a novice gesture (which it was). He was wearing faded blue jeans and clunky black boots. A black jacket that I found incredibly Bad-ass, and a Faded black Sabbath T-shirt. His hair was beautiful, a long honey brown shade (purely natural) that literally cascaded like a jungle of curls and loops onto the Bad-ass jacket collar.
Something about the way he moved his entire body transfixed me. But when that feeling, the love one, hit me. It had nothing to do with physicality. I can’t describe it because even I can’t tell you what did it. But something about Nate and I standing infront of each other in the foyer of my little house in Plymouth stains my memory in the most beautiful way.
“Nate” He put his hand out to shake. I remember vividly thinking this was an odd way to meet a girl you intended to take out on a date. But, I passed it off as a novice gesture (which it was). He was wearing faded blue jeans and clunky black boots. A black jacket that I found incredibly Bad-ass, and a Faded black Sabbath T-shirt. His hair was beautiful, a long honey brown shade (purely natural) that literally cascaded like a jungle of curls and loops onto the Bad-ass jacket collar.
Something about the way he moved his entire body transfixed me. But when that feeling, the love one, hit me. It had nothing to do with physicality. I can’t describe it because even I can’t tell you what did it. But something about Nate and I standing infront of each other in the foyer of my little house in Plymouth stains my memory in the most beautiful way.
