I remember having soup.
And Jack swears I was wearing this blue sweater that doesn't exists.
I remember me being my awkward self when it comes to first dates.
I remember being taken to a freaking HORRIBLE diner.
(when I found out that there was a better one also not too far from his house, I yelled at him.)
I remember feeling very comfortable with him.
A few days later,
I vividly remember knowing that this guy was special.
My coworkers at Barnes & Noble kept asking me if I was still with him weeks later.
After a year, people couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
I remember our first valentine's day. Jack neglected to make reservations to this place. "It's a Tuesday. It will be fine."
We ended up going to Lido's.
And I told him that I was gonna marry him.
I knew that I was.
So it wasn't love at first sight.
It was love around 3 days in when we were on our way to the mall to find parts of Jack's halloween costume and we were listening to Lou Reed's "Perfect Day."
We get married on saturday.