Monday, June 13, 2011

Tiki torches and chimichangas...

Micah and I were never one of those couples who were always breaking up and getting back together. It's just not like either of us to either (1) continue on with something that isn't working or (2) wallow in drama.

BUT... we did break up once. To make a long story short, about a year after we got together I (stupidly) convinced Micah that he couldn't really love me since he hadn't dated much and still hadn't really figured out how to express his feelings. In my head, if he wasn't shouting poetry from rooftops (I blame my love for romantic movies), he must not be crazy about me. So we called it quits for about a month.

I've never been one to sit around and mope about a boy, so I picked myself up and kept myself busy. A few days after we broke up, Micah tried to call, but I really just didn't want to listen. A few weeks later, we went on a mission trip together with our church to Mexico. My heart was starting to melt (really, how could I resist - he's so freaking adorable), but I still wasn't convinced. I knew what I wanted and what I deserved, and I just wasn't willing to settle for someone who I wasn't sure was absolutely head over heels in love with me. (Clearly no self-esteem problems here.)

When we got back from Mexico, Micah begged me for one last chance. He just wanted the opportunity to take me on a date. I reluctantly agreed but honestly wasn't expecting to change my mind.

A few days later, he came to pick me up. When I got in his truck, he blindfolded me so that I wouldn't know where we were going. We drove for about ten minutes over SUPER bumpy roads (turns out, they weren't actually roads), when he finally stopped the truck, opened the door, and took off the blindfold.

We were standing in the middle of an overgrown pasture. Micah had come earlier in the day and mowed a circle in the middle of it, lining the circle with tiki torches. He cooked one of my favorite things - homemade chimichangas with homemade queso and guacamole - for dinner. There was a table set up in the middle of the circle with candles, and we sat and had dinner under the stars.

It was, by far, the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. He was so nervous and sweet, and I just melted. I was crazy about him, and he was crazy about me, and there was no sense denying it. We've come a long, long way since then, but I occasionally remember that night and thank the Lord that I finally caved. There's no one else in this world who could fit me so perfectly, and there is definitely no one else who could melt my heart with a chimichanga.

3 comments:

The Links said...

What a sweet story and memory!!

Sarah McMullin said...

That sounds like a scene from one of those romantic movies you love so much. Good work, Micah.

Ashley Nix said...

I remember this! Every time I go to the AA Center I think about our trip to the circus during this time and how upset you got about the protestors out front. Good times that year! :)

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