Dear Diary,
When I last wrote to you, I said that I would dedicate this next entry to Rick. And, since this is our one-month wedding anniversary, I think I will do just that.
Rick O'Connell is without a doubt the best thing that ever happened to me. Of course I didn't always feel that way. When I first saw him, I thought he was just a disgusting prisoner. Then when he called me a broad, that didn't exactly improve my opinion of him. But I did notice his eyes. They were such a deep blue; I got lost in them almost. And then he kissed me.
I would only admit this to you, Diary: That was what I consider my first actual kiss. Sure, I had kissed other boys before in those silly childish games. But since I spent most of my time reading and at the library, I never really had had a relationship. So Rick's was my first.
Goodness, let me tell you. He picked on me, made fun of me, made me so mad I would want to scream. But that's just his way. He tells me now that he didn't want to come on to me and scare me away, so he just did the first thing that came to his mind. He insulted me. At the time, it only made me dislike him more. But now it only endears him to me more.
For every time he insulted me, he made up for it by saving me in some way. Or by doing something so sweet it would make me forget the trivial put-downs.
Like the way he held me after our camp was attacked. The way he pulled me close as if he would never let me go. The way he looked at me when I came out in my new clothes. No man had ever looked at me that way. The way he smiled at me as we raced into Hamunaptra. The way he offered to help me with my self-defense skills (or my un-skills, as would be more appropriate). And then the way he tried to keep me from going back with Imhotep. He fought against Ardeth's strong arms, just to keep me safe. And then, of course, the way he saved my life. Come along, now, how many girls can actually say that they married their Prince Charming, the one who rescued them? Not many. But I can.
Then the way he kissed me. It was the most tender kiss; almost as if he was saying he would never hurt me or let anything else hurt me. It was wonderful.
He still does things like that. No matter how small, they still mean the world to me. He brings me flowers, kisses me every time he leaves the room, hugs me whenever he can, helps me with dinner, wakes me up every morning by kissing my nose...it's the little things like that that make me love him even more with each passing day.
Since I'm not really sure how else to describe it, I think I am just going to list some of the many things I love about him.
So, Diary, here goes.
1. The way he holds me
2. The way he kisses me
3. His eyes
4. His smile
5. The way he wipes away my tears with his thumb
6. The way he comforts me
7. The way he hugs me
8. The way he looks at me
9. How he sends chills up my spine
10. How he defends me
11. How he protects me
12. His sense of humor
13. His strong hands, always holding mine
14. The look he gets in his eyes when he wants to...you know
15. The cute little snore he has
16. The way he drums his fingers when he's bored
17. The way he acts interested when I talk about what's going on at the museum
18. The way he lets me read to him
19. The way he pouts when he doesn't get his way
20. He likes my brother and puts up with him. Not many can do that.
21. How he stays up with me all night just so we can talk
22. The talks we have
23. The promises he makes
24. The way he says he loves me
25. The way he DOES love me
I think I'm going to stop there, Diary. Writing this entry has made me really want to kiss my husband. He's already asleep, but I don't think he'll mind in the least.
So good night for now, Diary. I'll write again soon.
~Evelyn
When I last wrote to you, I said that I would dedicate this next entry to Rick. And, since this is our one-month wedding anniversary, I think I will do just that.
Rick O'Connell is without a doubt the best thing that ever happened to me. Of course I didn't always feel that way. When I first saw him, I thought he was just a disgusting prisoner. Then when he called me a broad, that didn't exactly improve my opinion of him. But I did notice his eyes. They were such a deep blue; I got lost in them almost. And then he kissed me.
I would only admit this to you, Diary: That was what I consider my first actual kiss. Sure, I had kissed other boys before in those silly childish games. But since I spent most of my time reading and at the library, I never really had had a relationship. So Rick's was my first.
Goodness, let me tell you. He picked on me, made fun of me, made me so mad I would want to scream. But that's just his way. He tells me now that he didn't want to come on to me and scare me away, so he just did the first thing that came to his mind. He insulted me. At the time, it only made me dislike him more. But now it only endears him to me more.
For every time he insulted me, he made up for it by saving me in some way. Or by doing something so sweet it would make me forget the trivial put-downs.
Like the way he held me after our camp was attacked. The way he pulled me close as if he would never let me go. The way he looked at me when I came out in my new clothes. No man had ever looked at me that way. The way he smiled at me as we raced into Hamunaptra. The way he offered to help me with my self-defense skills (or my un-skills, as would be more appropriate). And then the way he tried to keep me from going back with Imhotep. He fought against Ardeth's strong arms, just to keep me safe. And then, of course, the way he saved my life. Come along, now, how many girls can actually say that they married their Prince Charming, the one who rescued them? Not many. But I can.
Then the way he kissed me. It was the most tender kiss; almost as if he was saying he would never hurt me or let anything else hurt me. It was wonderful.
He still does things like that. No matter how small, they still mean the world to me. He brings me flowers, kisses me every time he leaves the room, hugs me whenever he can, helps me with dinner, wakes me up every morning by kissing my nose...it's the little things like that that make me love him even more with each passing day.
Since I'm not really sure how else to describe it, I think I am just going to list some of the many things I love about him.
So, Diary, here goes.
1. The way he holds me
2. The way he kisses me
3. His eyes
4. His smile
5. The way he wipes away my tears with his thumb
6. The way he comforts me
7. The way he hugs me
8. The way he looks at me
9. How he sends chills up my spine
10. How he defends me
11. How he protects me
12. His sense of humor
13. His strong hands, always holding mine
14. The look he gets in his eyes when he wants to...you know
15. The cute little snore he has
16. The way he drums his fingers when he's bored
17. The way he acts interested when I talk about what's going on at the museum
18. The way he lets me read to him
19. The way he pouts when he doesn't get his way
20. He likes my brother and puts up with him. Not many can do that.
21. How he stays up with me all night just so we can talk
22. The talks we have
23. The promises he makes
24. The way he says he loves me
25. The way he DOES love me
I think I'm going to stop there, Diary. Writing this entry has made me really want to kiss my husband. He's already asleep, but I don't think he'll mind in the least.
So good night for now, Diary. I'll write again soon.
~Evelyn