On our first date I could not stop talking. Or stop stirring my spoon in my cup of tea.
On our second date we went to the movies and then spent hours nursing one beer at the local pub because we didn’t want to go home but neither one of us wanted to get drunk.
On the third date he made me my favorite dish, lasagna, and the next morning I woke up in his bed and the first snow of the year was falling outside the window. It felt like a new beginning.