Jackson

Telling you about how I met your father would be such a cliche.
Although, I guess that's necessary in between all families.
The story of how you came about!

I don't remember the first time we met.
Maybe we walked by each other as kids,
In one of those big tunnels under Boston,

Both wondering about perhaps the same things,
Headed towards the same direction without ever being aware we'd be part of each other's life.

Then years later we started working together,
Spend a good amount of time inside of an office,
Thinking nearly the same things...

The first time I noticed him, perhaps when I went to visit.
Then again as I got started.
Then again as he and I had to go over the Longfellow bridge for a site visit.

I suggested us taking bikes,
And as he followed me through downtown,
It was only when we got by Fenuil Hall that I stopped.

He stopped breathing hard, asking, is this where you have to stop?
At the time, I was still working on my bike skills...
You know like the stunts I usually pull when I'm it.

I was thinking about all that Structural stuff,
And had yet not mastered.
Perhaps it was everything I lived when I was near him,
Or what I chose to see of what we lived,

And soon enough I gotten a hang of it.
He and I?

Oh, I think we went out to drinks a few times,
One time, even got back to the office and found an empty office under construction,
Something on the 40th floor of a skyscraper,

I wanted to kiss him so badly,
I couldn't. I just barely met him.
He didn't do anything either, but maybe he felt like it.

So we ended up going to the bar a few times,
And to a few events, and to dinner in the North End.
It was a cute italian restaurant, and we argued about the cost of the food.

I thought he was ridiculous being so cheap,
Truth is, he was so right about how expensive things are around here.

One time, without realizing, I dressed up,
Perhaps a bit to inappropriately, and on that friday night we ended up going out
To a piano bar.

We took some shots together back then,
I think they are likely lost, and they are just strange photos of us.
We shared some food that was part of the party deal we had received from the place.

That day, I ended up following one of our coworkers to her house,
Which was so close to yours.
He said he was going to come and meet with us,
And he never did.

I got so drunk, and ended up playing with our coworker and her friend in the street,
I gave her a piggy back and fell straight on the floor,
She ended up bruised and having to make amends to a wedding she was attending on that weekend.

She called you from that bar in Southie,
And though I wanted to play pool, mostly, I just wanted to spend some more time with you.
I got the phone, walked in those pink high heels to the back door, and stood
On that steel grid deck, asking you why didn't you show up?

And you were like, I'll see you tomorrow.
The next day, I walked to your house,
Got up in that studio of yours,
And saw how much we seemed alike,

I jumped on your couch,
And you showed me the photo of your sister's dog.
The cuttest little frenchie I had ever seen.

Maybe it was that day that I first spoke about Solve.MD
Talked to you about the ideas I had,
As we had brunch at that White Horse Dinner on Broadway.

You drove me on your car to North Station,
And listened to me singing to Taylor Swift.
It all felt amazing, and yet so terrifying.

I think after that it was pretty obvious how into you I was.

We ended up sharing so many other moments,
Always office related.
Training this, Working on that.

Then at one point you came to Cambridge to visit
That tiny little room I had on the 3rd floor of that Victorian I shared with 8 other roommates.
You almost didn't fit in.

Maybe it was that day that I drove you home, after we walked through Harvard,
And you said, something about me fucking you...
Oh boy, I was like, not right now, I'm driving.

Was I ready for that?
Physically? Totally.
Mentally & Emotionally? Not at all.

He gave me shivers,
I always had to try and keep my cool around him,
And yet he sparked that fire inside of me,
That I know bring the best of the energies to everyone around me.

We probably shared more moments,
I never knew if he really meant what he said,
At times he call me his girlfriend,
At another when meeting with another Engineer friend of mine,

He said something about marrying me.
Me?
This huge big idiotic fool?
I thought maybe I'd be worth the man I saw in him...
I didn't know who was the woman all those people saw in me....

Sometimes its like I hear his voice,
mixed with all the voices speaking in my head,
Saying things and playing with me,
Like that day we had lunch together yet again,

It was a cool day, he was his black jacket,
stood outside of the coffee shop and stared at me,
As I buttoned my jacket and walked to him.

I loved sitting with him for lunch
At one of those parks downtown,
Walking under that tree and checking out so much that were around us,
Then things turned around... somehow.

I don't know what love is,
I think love is a willingness to respect, care, understand.
It's a need to protect and a longing to share quality time.

So much I did around that town,
And all those moments he and I shared stayed with me in a very special spot,
Because it was on a Valentine's day that I wrote him a card, saying he was my number 1,

Not that he is one of the most handsome guys I've ever met,
But he and I seemed to have been born for each other,
In all of the things we used to talk we enjoyed.

But we never really shared a day outside that was just us,
We never kissed each other,
And you are our imaginary child.

Love,
I'm going to stop being so lame
And hit the bong again!

<3