Disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did, but I don't. Que Sera Sera.
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There are some choices I have made in my life that I wish I could take back, not many, but still, there are some. Choices I have made relatively late in life, choices that continue to haunt me to this day.
When I had graduated college and joined the Las Vegas Crime Lab, I was content, but felt a void in my life. A void I had felt since leaving Harvard years before. I was on the lecture circuit and while there I had met the most beautiful, enigmatic, brilliant woman ever in my life. At the time she was but a mere babe. She was fifteen years my junior, but she had a maturity to her that I greatly admired. We connected on several different levels, and began to meet at the local diner during the week for further discussions on my various lectures, of which she attended all.
Our once a week meetings quickly turned to every other night and then every night. We stopped meeting at the diner and began our sessions at either her apartment or mine. We spent every waking moment away from class together. She was like a breeze of fresh air that had blown through my life. She breathed new life into me. Our sessions were not purely educational, sometimes we would go for walks in the woods and other times we would attend a series of sporting events.
It was during a baseball game that I realized that I had undeniable feelings for her. Pete Rose had just hit a home run and as she jumped up from her seat to cheer, I realized that I loved the life she had shown me. She showed me how to live, and how it feels to love another. At the time I was trying my hardest to suppress these feelings for her, fearing she would grow disinterested in me. I mean, what could a young woman her age possibly see in someone like myself?
After my tour at Harvard, I went home to Las Vegas. Through the years, I felt a certain loneliness in my life. I longed to share myself with someone. And soon, I found myself wishing it would be her. When I learned of her graduation from college, I put in a word for her in San Fransisco at the Crime Lab. She got the job and excelled. I had no doubt that she would.
She was wise beyond her years.
When it came time for me to call in a favor for an internal investigation, hers was the name that popped into my head. I called her and she came, readily. It was great for the first few months. I loved having her around. I loved the memories that we shared and the time that we had spent together. She worked hard, as I knew she would. She soon slipped into her normal pattern of completely immersing herself into her job. She worked long hours and I saw the complete and total dedication that she brought to the job everyday.
Soon after her arrival, I began to have feelings for her, resurfacing. I had suppressed them for so long, that when they resurfaced, I didn't know how to handle them. I was at a loss for words and other emotions. I felt her when she entered the room. I felt her everywhere, in my office, in my home, even in the most private of moments. She would invade my thoughts and cause me to sit up at nights. Finally I gave in.
One night I placed her on a case with me, so we could talk. I told her about my feelings for her and was glad to hear that she had similar feelings for me. We discussed the ramifications of our potential actions at length. We decided to try things out and see where they went. I was not disappointed. We agreed to see each other and keep it on the down low, for the time being.
We had been seeing each other for a few months when she informed me that she was pregnant. At first I was confused, but that quickly turned to joy. I was going to be a father. I had never really thought about having children, but knowing that she was carrying my child brought a certain amount of color to my life. I was happy beyond words. I was even happier that it was she that was carrying a little Grissom.
I choose to love. I choose to live my life with someone I love and loves me in return. I had my doubts in the beginning of our relationship, but when she told me she was with child, I could not help but to jump for joy. If I was going to have a child with anyone, I would want it to be her. She is perfect in so many ways it is hard to describe. So I will count them off.
1) I love the way she wakes up in the morning, messy hair and all
2) I love the way she concentrates on the task at hand
3) I love the way she loves me, never holding back
4)I love the man she has turned me into
5)I love the way she steals the covers in the middle of the night
6)I love the way she thinks of the little things. Things that mean so much
7)I love the way she has stuck by me all these years, even through all my bullshit
8)I love the way she looks, carrying my child within her
9)I love the way she eats. Small bites and the little sounds she makes
10)I love the way she.......I Love Her......flaws and all
It is for this reason that I am going to take the next logical step in our relationship. I will ask her to be my wife. I think she will accept. I hope she will. She says she loves me, and I hope this will seal our relationship.
Wish me luck.
TBC?--
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There are some choices I have made in my life that I wish I could take back, not many, but still, there are some. Choices I have made relatively late in life, choices that continue to haunt me to this day.
When I had graduated college and joined the Las Vegas Crime Lab, I was content, but felt a void in my life. A void I had felt since leaving Harvard years before. I was on the lecture circuit and while there I had met the most beautiful, enigmatic, brilliant woman ever in my life. At the time she was but a mere babe. She was fifteen years my junior, but she had a maturity to her that I greatly admired. We connected on several different levels, and began to meet at the local diner during the week for further discussions on my various lectures, of which she attended all.
Our once a week meetings quickly turned to every other night and then every night. We stopped meeting at the diner and began our sessions at either her apartment or mine. We spent every waking moment away from class together. She was like a breeze of fresh air that had blown through my life. She breathed new life into me. Our sessions were not purely educational, sometimes we would go for walks in the woods and other times we would attend a series of sporting events.
It was during a baseball game that I realized that I had undeniable feelings for her. Pete Rose had just hit a home run and as she jumped up from her seat to cheer, I realized that I loved the life she had shown me. She showed me how to live, and how it feels to love another. At the time I was trying my hardest to suppress these feelings for her, fearing she would grow disinterested in me. I mean, what could a young woman her age possibly see in someone like myself?
After my tour at Harvard, I went home to Las Vegas. Through the years, I felt a certain loneliness in my life. I longed to share myself with someone. And soon, I found myself wishing it would be her. When I learned of her graduation from college, I put in a word for her in San Fransisco at the Crime Lab. She got the job and excelled. I had no doubt that she would.
She was wise beyond her years.
When it came time for me to call in a favor for an internal investigation, hers was the name that popped into my head. I called her and she came, readily. It was great for the first few months. I loved having her around. I loved the memories that we shared and the time that we had spent together. She worked hard, as I knew she would. She soon slipped into her normal pattern of completely immersing herself into her job. She worked long hours and I saw the complete and total dedication that she brought to the job everyday.
Soon after her arrival, I began to have feelings for her, resurfacing. I had suppressed them for so long, that when they resurfaced, I didn't know how to handle them. I was at a loss for words and other emotions. I felt her when she entered the room. I felt her everywhere, in my office, in my home, even in the most private of moments. She would invade my thoughts and cause me to sit up at nights. Finally I gave in.
One night I placed her on a case with me, so we could talk. I told her about my feelings for her and was glad to hear that she had similar feelings for me. We discussed the ramifications of our potential actions at length. We decided to try things out and see where they went. I was not disappointed. We agreed to see each other and keep it on the down low, for the time being.
We had been seeing each other for a few months when she informed me that she was pregnant. At first I was confused, but that quickly turned to joy. I was going to be a father. I had never really thought about having children, but knowing that she was carrying my child brought a certain amount of color to my life. I was happy beyond words. I was even happier that it was she that was carrying a little Grissom.
I choose to love. I choose to live my life with someone I love and loves me in return. I had my doubts in the beginning of our relationship, but when she told me she was with child, I could not help but to jump for joy. If I was going to have a child with anyone, I would want it to be her. She is perfect in so many ways it is hard to describe. So I will count them off.
1) I love the way she wakes up in the morning, messy hair and all
2) I love the way she concentrates on the task at hand
3) I love the way she loves me, never holding back
4)I love the man she has turned me into
5)I love the way she steals the covers in the middle of the night
6)I love the way she thinks of the little things. Things that mean so much
7)I love the way she has stuck by me all these years, even through all my bullshit
8)I love the way she looks, carrying my child within her
9)I love the way she eats. Small bites and the little sounds she makes
10)I love the way she.......I Love Her......flaws and all
It is for this reason that I am going to take the next logical step in our relationship. I will ask her to be my wife. I think she will accept. I hope she will. She says she loves me, and I hope this will seal our relationship.
Wish me luck.
TBC?--