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“Can I help you?”

Those were the first words she ever said to me.

I was standing in front of the counter at the pizza shop. She was standing in the kitchen area looking over at me.

I was there with my then girlfriend who was getting a job there delivering pizzas.

My (now) ex got the job there and I ended up spending a lot of time just kind of hanging out at the pizza shop.

OCTOBER, 1993: Our roommate (who was also the phone girl at this same pizza shop) left her job to chase her military husband around the U.S. So I took her job.

So now she and I were spending all kinds of time together. The drivers went out to deliver the pizzas and we would be alone… time and time again.

Now, for a long time my g/f at the time and I were playing “I wonder if she’s family?” with her. Seeing her “friend” stop by to visit her… wondering if our gaydar was right.

One day she let me borrow her leather jacket. I sunk my hand deep in the pocket and found a letter from her “friend”. All my questions were answered.

After that the floodgates were opened. I came out to her and she to me. We would sit at work for hours and hours after we closed drinking and talking… the 3 (sometimes 4 — when this other driver who was in love with her wouldn’t get the hint we wanted him to leave) of us just talking and laughing the night away.

DECEMBER, 1993: Her birthday rolls around. Her partner, her, me and my partner (and some extras) go out to a gay bar to celebrate. While we are there I catch her alone for a minute and ask her when I could give her a birthday kiss.

I assure you. This was meant to be innocent.

But her reaction told me it would be nothing of the sort.

To be honest, up until that point, it really hadn’t crossed my mind to be anything more than a friend to her.

When her face flushed and she became all flustered, the seed was planted.

I never did get that kiss that night. So every time I was alone with her after that, I teased her about never getting my kiss (always in private, of course).

…and the flirting began.

We began spending even more time together — except we began to make sure we were alone.

FEBRUARY, 1994: The first time we slept together. I was terrified because we were both in relationships (albethem dead ones). But I had spent the last few months growing more and more attracted to her.

She was bold and funny and adorable and smart and ignited my mind, my soul and my body.

We’ve been together for 11 1/2 years now and I love her still. I never thought it was possible to continue to love someone this long but I never once stopped.

I still see this adorable woman who makes me laugh and marvel at her brilliant mind.

Of course, that’s not to say we don’t have issues, we do. But I am going to do everything in my power to make sure this woman feels no sadness. Feels no pain.

I love her, I love her, I love her, I do.