A Raging Inferno In Phoenix

I stupidly ran right into him, while trying to open my umbrella, and knocked us both down to the ground. He started laughing, while I felt like a complete idiot. But, I guess it's true what they say about laughter being contagious, because I began laughing, too. We got up, wiped ourselves off, and then introduced ourselves. He was twenty-six and a graduate student majoring in business and finance. I was twenty-three and an undergraduate student majoring in english literature. He ended up buying me a coffee at the nearby campus coffee shop, where we just talked for hours and hours. Eventually, I told him that I was transgendered, and he was neither bothered nor concerned by that fact. Instead, he asked to see me again, and we've been together ever since. It has definitely been a wonderful five years together. Especially, when we've been married for the past two of them. I was twirling my wedding band around my finger when I realized Logan was already sitting at the table across from me.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"About how we met," I said with a joyful sigh. "And about how much I love you."

"This all looks really good."

"Well, I'm glad you think so. Let's dig in," I said passing him the bottle of white wine.

As we ate, Logan talked about the happenings of his day, as did I. Several times I found myself just staring at his handsome face while he talked. It wasn't out of the norm, as I usually would get lost in his bright green eyes and squared off chiseled out chin. Logan looked like one of those male models featured in a Dolce and Gabbana campaign, and I always made sure to let him know.

"Do you think you still have room for dessert?" I said as I watched him down the last bit of penne covered in marinara sauce on his plate.

"Oh, I think I have room," he said with a big grin.

"Honey, you have some marinara sauce on your beard," I said laughing.

As he tried to wipe away the sauce, but to no avail, I got up to help. I took his napkin from his hand, and slowly wiped away the marinara from his neatly groomed beard.