I love parks. I think they are romantic. One of my favorites is Celestial Park in Addison.
Maybe it’s the steps with poem verses written on them or the sun dial at the top (I love the sun), but the place inspires my creativity. I not only love the park, I fell in love in this park.
“Where are we going?”
We’d been driving around for 20 minutes. The radio is load and I have to yell for him to hear me, but he doesn’t answer. He squeezes my leg, tries not to smile and continues to focus on the road.
He slows down and turns into a neighborhood. We don’t know anyone in this neighborhood. I know everyone he knows.
As I am about to yell again, he pulls in next to the curb and turns off the ignition.
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
From where we parked, I see a trail covered with trees. I can’t see where it leads, but through the trees I sees an open area elevated from the street.
He takes my hand and leads me to the trail. I can feel the gravel through the soles of my sandals. The air is filled with the smell of lavender and a hint of magnolias.
I notice he is still grinning. I can’t imagine what I am in for, but I can feel the excitement through his fingers as they grip my hand tighter.
The trail takes a hard left turn up ahead. Before we reached the turn, he stops.
“You have to close your eyes.”
“Trust me,” he smiles at me, squeezes my hand and I close my eyes, trusting him completely.
He lets go of my hand, but in seconds, I felt him standing behind me. He places his hand on the back of my arms and guides me forward.
We take a few steps and then he turns me to the right and wraps his arms around me. He whispers in my eye, “Open your eyes.” and this is what I see.
“Welcome to Celestial Park.”
This is where I fell in love.
Unfortunately it didn’t last, I was 15, but still special. Can you pin point the time and place you first fell in love?