Richard and I met when I was 18. We did many things among friends. My apartment met with his apartment to go to concerts or go on hikes or whatever you do when you’re in college. (I forget.)
He was so nice, smart, and talented.
One day I watched him walk around during church fulfilling some responsibilities. I remember several impressions I had. One was that I wanted to feed him something. Another impression was that he looked very dear. I can’t think of any other way to say it. (Sorry, Richard.)
It wasn’t for another year that we even went on a date or talked much. But he remained a study for me. For instance, I remember him driving me and my friends to the base of our mountain hike. He let us crank the radio of his car and I remember singing really loudly. He had a car (sigh) and he was fun to be with.
There were more leaves to turn and more important qualities revealed during that year before we dated.
When I see him I still want to feed him and I still think he looks dear.