10 Things You Need To Know
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Ginanina
"Tony, you remember Ginanina, right?" Mercedes asked you the first practice she dragged me to.
"Yeah, I remember," you answered. "But hello again, Ginanina. I'm Tony,"
"It's nice to meet you, Tony," I smiled politely, even though I was extremely nervous to be at the band practice because I still didn't know you and the guys that well.
We talked for a few more minutes before you brought up my accent.
"Sorry. But where are you from?"
"Houston, Texas. Why?"
"Your accent. Sounds different. Nice, but different,"
I don't have an accent, I thought. But whatever you say.
Three years since I met you, two since we started dating, and the other day you mentioned how much you love my accent.
I still don't think I have one, I just think you're being a dork.
But regardless of how big of a dork you are, you're my dork.
Tony, when I first moved to San Diego, I had this idea implanted in me that love just wasn't for me because of everything that has happened to me. I was so set on the fact that if someone told me they loved me, they'd end up leaving me or taking serious advantage of me.
But you, my dear, have brought a feeling into my life that I never thought I'd feel again.
And with everything you do, and every word you say, I just find myself falling more in love with you than before.
Tony Perry, the tenth thing I need you to know, is that I am forever grateful that Mercedes dragged me to the lunch table at school and to your band practice later.
I am forever grateful for your nervous self in my apartment that one day two years ago. I am forever grateful for the person that is with me today.
But most importantly, I love you.
"Tony, you remember Ginanina, right?" Mercedes asked you the first practice she dragged me to.
"Yeah, I remember," you answered. "But hello again, Ginanina. I'm Tony,"
"It's nice to meet you, Tony," I smiled politely, even though I was extremely nervous to be at the band practice because I still didn't know you and the guys that well.
We talked for a few more minutes before you brought up my accent.
"Sorry. But where are you from?"
"Houston, Texas. Why?"
"Your accent. Sounds different. Nice, but different,"
I don't have an accent, I thought. But whatever you say.
Three years since I met you, two since we started dating, and the other day you mentioned how much you love my accent.
I still don't think I have one, I just think you're being a dork.
But regardless of how big of a dork you are, you're my dork.
Tony, when I first moved to San Diego, I had this idea implanted in me that love just wasn't for me because of everything that has happened to me. I was so set on the fact that if someone told me they loved me, they'd end up leaving me or taking serious advantage of me.
But you, my dear, have brought a feeling into my life that I never thought I'd feel again.
And with everything you do, and every word you say, I just find myself falling more in love with you than before.
Tony Perry, the tenth thing I need you to know, is that I am forever grateful that Mercedes dragged me to the lunch table at school and to your band practice later.
I am forever grateful for your nervous self in my apartment that one day two years ago. I am forever grateful for the person that is with me today.
But most importantly, I love you.
Notes
hello :)
I hope that those of you who have read this story enjoyed part one of 10 Things You Need To Know :)
It's just a short little idea that I came up with.
Part two will be up soon with Tony's point of view and the ten things he wants Ginanina to know.
