Love and a grey parrot.

“What’s his name?” I asked.

“Polly.”  Wow, that is original.  Polly the parrot.  “And we’ve had him for more than five years now.”

“Can he talk,” I asked again.

“Oh yes.  Sometimes he doesn’t keep quiet, then we just cover his cage with a towel or something.”

“Well he hasn’t said anything yet,” SHE said dryly and I giggle like a teenager, I think I even blushed.

“Well maybe he is just not used to you guys.  Try talking to him, maybe he’ll lightin up later.”

Anne returned to her other guests and left us with the big grey parrot. The one who didn’t live up to his reputation.  He was sitting in a big cage on the table between us, saying nothing, just playing mute.  He sat on that stick, checking me out with beady little eyes.  This was his practical joke of the century.

The brief conversation with our hostess couldn’t finish quick enough, as I was having blissful moments in the spacious kitchen.  Frankly speaking, I couldn’t care less about the stupid bird on a stick.  I was infatuated with her and I couldn’t keep my eyes of the vision that was sitting opposite me at the table.

I couldn’t get enough of  her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and energy.  Her incredible wit and dry sense of humour.  Her long curly hair that cascaded over her shoulders.  Or her perfect smile that made the sun seem like a little light-bulb.

And SHE was funny.  Everything that came out of her mouth was hilarious.  We laughed like little kids, without any reservations.  SHE was intelligent, beautiful, spontaneous, sensual, mysterious…  Did I mention beautiful?  And the most amazing thing was that SHE displayed all these qualities whilst trying to make Polly say “Hello.”

I remembered being nervous and excited, wise enough to know that my life would never be the same again.  That spending those moments with her would alter my existence, my mission in life.  I found the one, my rib.  I also knew that if I couldn’t be with her I would probably struggle to breath or contract something else that would be fatal.

Time stood still and not like in a Matrix-slow-motion kind of way, time just stopped, nothing mattered.  The party went on without us, the birthday girl cut her cake, made a wish and all the time we were sitting in the kitchen, having the best date ever.  Even though I wanted to spend eternity in that moment Cinderella had to go home, and so did I.  That was a sad moment…

I went straight to a friend’s house and said to him:

“Remember the girl I met at the party, well I really, really like her and SHE likes me; even though SHE might not know it yet.”  And they laughed and the courting began.

This amazing human being is still the greatest achievement of my entire life.  After 16 19 years of marriage SHE is still the same hilarious, loving, passionate, caring, best friend and soul mate whom inspires me daily.

I love you.

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