I know you know the story. Well, pretty much. I never imagined that night would start a new chapter in my book. But it did and it has been one of my favorite parts yet.
You know, I had been hearing about Tuck. When he walked in that night, I was instantly attracted to him. Sports coat, baby. Upon further observation, he was wearing a white Columbia PFG under that coat. His sense of fashion has been influenced for the better over this year.
Jusssst like this one.
We had to race out of Jackson the next morning because the Snowpocalypse of 2011 was moving in. We awkwardly chatted on the way to his car. I said he should come to the Big City for a baseball game after tax season. He then asked for my number and I remember being really hesitant about giving it to him. I mean, I lived all the way in the Big City. Why keep this up? What was this, anyway?
But, in typical girl fashion, I wanted him to text me. To say anything. I wanted to blow a tire so he'd have to come rescue me on my way back. I wanted to stop in his town and linger...so we could "randomly" bump into one another.
He did text me on the way back. "Just to make sure you made it back ok".
He would text here and there. Sister encouraged the conversations. I wasn't so sure. But before I knew it, I was hooked.
I jumped. Started having 2+ hour conversations every night. Poor guy would stay up listening to me blabber on even though he had to be at work super early. I found I could talk to him about anything. I rarely hold anything back, but with him...he got the ugly truth about everything.
I needed him this year for a lot of things. He was the first person I called after Chad died. Gasping for air and completely hysterical he was able to make out what was going on. He knew what to say even after not "being together" for that long. He has been my rock during times of stress and feeling overwhelmed with school. He constantly has an encouraging word and a prayer for me. He knows when it's time to listen, time to talk, and time to just be still. He's the glue. I'm weak. He's kept this thing going during times that I've really struggled with the distance.
Here's to you, John Tucker.
I'm ready for year two.
I love you.
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