You could be my sweet soul savior.
Sunday, December 4th, 2005For some reason, my mind just flashed back to the morning of July 31st…

Allie
July 31, 2005 | 5:47 AM
After spending a whole night together watching movies at my house, Alex and I went to a deli near his house to get some breakfast. I bought a bagel and a cup of coffee. He got a small box of Tropicana orange juice. We took our food and drove down to the Conference House Beach. I remember parking in the lot and walking to the waterfront, feeling dwarfed by his stature… and at the same time, thinking how amazingly safe and comfortable I felt in his presence.(There was also a brief moment when I couldn’t recall whether I was wearing any pants. That was quite frightening. But I blame it on the lack of sleep — after all, we’d watched five movies, consecutively, over the night, and didn’t get any sleep. I ended up feeling my legs and waist, tugging at my jeans to make sure they were really attached to my body.)

Alex & Allie
August 30, 2005 | 7:27 PM
I remember desperately wanting him to hug me throughout the time spent together. In my apartment, we went from sitting on two different couches… to lying on the floor next to each other. At the beach, I would try to stand extra close to him so that there would be some kind of contact. I remember looking at him and smiling at the fact that his eyelids were a purplish-pink from the sleep deprivation. When I gave him half of my bagel, his fingers grazed mine as he took his share… and the hairs on the back of my neck stood.
Driving him home that morning was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. I didn’t want him to leave. I would’ve done anything and everything in my power to prevent it. But, alas, the time came for him to return to his house — where his parents were anxiously awaiting his arrival. (He didn’t tell them he’d be going out that previous night.) Again, I wanted some kind of contact from him… but I was too afraid to verbalize this desire.

Allie (& Alex)
September 27, 2005 | 2:05 PM
He closed the door of the Cougar (RIP) as he left the vehicle. He then poked his head back in and rested his arms on the window pane. “I’ll see you later, maybe?”
Tuesday will be four months since we’ve started going out. We’ve been together almost every single day since that night.

