This i Believe , love
This I believe
I believe in the power of love. Love is the most powerful tool in the world. It has, and can heal many of the deepest wounds we hold in to ourselves. The idea of love can be quite abstract; The love could be of a hobby ,pet , person or a group. I was quite scarred socially. When I was younger I was bullied heavier for my weight, and naïveness. When I was getting older this all scarred me; I was cured ,by a love affair.
This all began in Richmond Virginia; The old confederate capital of the south . This city with much of the antebellum feel of an older southern city does not compared to how diverse and accepting this city has become. I was here for a fencing tournament, oh how such a long weekend these are . Lunch time was coming; All of us rushing ;eating , socializing with are friends from other states just talk .This beautiful girl quite in a hurry crashes into me as I am on my way to where we all are fencing. Spilling her drink on me , rushes to go get napkins as to clean me up; In all her panic I introduce myself just saying my name and asking for hers. She responds , “ Kate Santamaria.” I thought to myself quite a name for quite the beauty, then we continued talking as she cleaned me up. Then as she sits me down we talked ; That conversation did not end until she had to go because she was getting a lesson .
So as the day went on we run right into each other; I nervously invite her to a dinner date . Amused she said yes, we agreed to meet around six at a restaurant I was recommend to by the Hotel concierge . The restaurant was a swanky little Italian place downtown. I walked the 8 so blocks in a town we don’t recognize. As we walk into the swanky lobby ; We get stares from all around because of how underdressed we were . Two teenagers walking to a black tie restaurant wearing jeans and a casual shirt . Relucnently we were seated due towards how we were paying customers. As we sat down we talked for hours before hand .and on
I believe in the power of love. Love is the most powerful tool in the world. It has, and can heal many of the deepest wounds we hold in to ourselves. The idea of love can be quite abstract; The love could be of a hobby ,pet , person or a group. I was quite scarred socially. When I was younger I was bullied heavier for my weight, and naïveness. When I was getting older this all scarred me; I was cured ,by a love affair.
This all began in Richmond Virginia; The old confederate capital of the south . This city with much of the antebellum feel of an older southern city does not compared to how diverse and accepting this city has become. I was here for a fencing tournament, oh how such a long weekend these are . Lunch time was coming; All of us rushing ;eating , socializing with are friends from other states just talk .This beautiful girl quite in a hurry crashes into me as I am on my way to where we all are fencing. Spilling her drink on me , rushes to go get napkins as to clean me up; In all her panic I introduce myself just saying my name and asking for hers. She responds , “ Kate Santamaria.” I thought to myself quite a name for quite the beauty, then we continued talking as she cleaned me up. Then as she sits me down we talked ; That conversation did not end until she had to go because she was getting a lesson .
So as the day went on we run right into each other; I nervously invite her to a dinner date . Amused she said yes, we agreed to meet around six at a restaurant I was recommend to by the Hotel concierge . The restaurant was a swanky little Italian place downtown. I walked the 8 so blocks in a town we don’t recognize. As we walk into the swanky lobby ; We get stares from all around because of how underdressed we were . Two teenagers walking to a black tie restaurant wearing jeans and a casual shirt . Relucnently we were seated due towards how we were paying customers. As we sat down we talked for hours before hand .and on