Cause/Effect He made me a better woman
December 27, 2000 is a date I will never forget—ever. It was and still is the most memorable day of life. The way I felt when I saw his face. The smell of burning wood, vanilla and day old spilled beer—a weird combination—but it still seems to fill the room when I remember this day. I was on a ski trip to Killington, Vermont with my friend and his brother, whose house we were staying at in Syracuse. I was looking forward to the skiing the slopes and having a great, dangerously wild weekend with no such thing as authority. I got that, but also something so much more. This day was the start of a love, a new life, new fears, and a new me. I never had believed in love at first site—or love period—but there he was. He was perfect in every way that a woman can imagine. He treated me like I was the only one in a room, even if it was full of people. He was the perfect gentleman, if there is such a thing. I would be typing for years if I listed all of the spectacular things he did or said to me, so for the purposes of this paper, we will just say he was amazing. I fell in love with him and I fell hard. We talked every day and night after we met and in a matter of months we started dating. I was seventeen. Most people cannot imagine how a seventeen year old can love, but I did and there is no doubt in my mind, to this day, that it was true. A few months into our relationship he was transferred to Virginia. During the transfer time he had a month off and because he was from my area, we spent time with each other every day. He proved to me that he was someone special and he was going to be in my life for a long period of time. We made empty promised that seemed to keep our relationship growing day by day. We both believed that this love was one that would be written in books, and that it was the most amazing love that we had ever heard of or seen on television. I had no doubt he was the only one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. After the big move, I visited every other week. A six-hour drive to see who I thought I would marry and make a life with. Two weeks after graduation I moved in with him. My life was great. I lived four blocks from Virginia Beach oceanfront and was learning how to live on my own. We were then engaged. I was proud that we were creating a clean, loving atmosphere in our home. I dreamed of raising a family in that house and teaching my children the ways of love that I knew threw this wonderful man.