The partial tale of Mark and I

Mark and I had a night full of nostalgia last night. We sat on the couch for quite some time watching our shows and when they were over he just looked bored. Stuck. So feeling adventurous we set out for the park. We drove down 12th street, passed the park. I had no idea where we were going and suddenly he pulled into Sooner's parking lot. Sooner is my old elementary school located right across the street from my old childhood neighborhood. It is also, coincidentally, where we fell in love. Our entire relationship began there. When things started between the two of us, we were just friends. We told each other everything. We saw each other every day. We couldn't help but constantly talk to one another. Quickly that friendship turned into best friends. And that turned into a romance.

But that playground is where it all happened. Late at night, after I got off work at my terrible receptionist job, I would run into the bathroom at my parents house to brush my teeth and make sure that my hair and makeup were perfect. And then I would sit and wait for a text from Mark(desperate, I know). Anywhere from 11-12 he would come by and pick me up and we would go straight to the park. Living with my parents, and him having two male roommates that constantly threw parties, we needed a place where we could be alone. Most nights we sat on the jungle gym and talked. Some times we would swing on the swings, bury each other in the rocks, take a stroll. We always listened to the Deathcab station on Pandora and fell more and more in love with every song that played. It was wonderful.

Back  to the story, last night we went to this park and sat on the swings. We had a serious conversation with one another about our relationship: how it started, where it is now, where its headed. It was so wonderful. We talked about our childhoods, our lives, and how to keep our romance alive and passionate. At one point I told him I was cold and he ran to the car to bring me his hoodie. It truly was just what the both of us needed. Leaving that park we felt so in love with one another. It felt just like the beginning of a relationship. Where you feel that spark and that fire. Best night in a long time.

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