We met on a train about four years ago? Do you remember?
I had to sit next to you, as it was a very cramped train to London. We laughed about how busy it was. You had a very loud laugh.
I was en route to visit my then-girlfriend RJ who was living in some out-of-the-way place as she had a habit of doing back then. You were on your way back to Jamaica, after visiting some friends oop north.
I don’t know how we got chatting, I think it was when you said “Excuse me, do you mind if I talk to you about Jesus?” Before then I always thought that people didn’t say this, and it was just nasty atheists mocking religious people. But you just came right out and said it. You looked a bit manic, so of course I said yes!
I’ve forgotten the details of how and where you were born again, I’m afraid. I do remember the bit where you started crying and I had to give you a tissue though. You seemed grateful and apologised, saying that Jesus’s grace was too much sometimes. I completely agreed and begged you not to give it a second thought, which I hope you haven’t.
The conversion, sorry conversation (that was accidental, but far too good to delete) turned to me of course, as we knew it must, and we spoke of RJ and her life in France. (Yes, France, that is where she was – I was on my way to St Pancras.) That was when you said something rather odd. Or should I say even more odd, ahaha. I’m sorry.
“Your girlfriend, ah, I’m sorry, Chris, may I call her your fiancée? Only it would be more proper and I know you will do the right thing.”
I pointed out that it would be factually inaccurate as we were not engaged to be married, but you seemed very upset by this. In fact you wanted me to promise you that I would marry RJ. You also wanted me to hold your hand while promising, which I considered to be very odd.
You probably remember that I didn’t promise, and you looked so put out that I was concerned I had spoiled our blossoming friendship. But thankfully, we found another topic of conversation, and you spent the remaining hour trying to convert me to Christianity. I had a book open in front of me, but don’t worry, I didn’t want to read it.
Anyway, I won’t waste your time in more idle reminiscing, going over old ground like how you didn’t know where you were going when you got to London, and how I had to speak to your friend on the phone and tell you where to go and what ticket to buy. Or how you didn’t have enough money so I had to “lend” you the fare.
No I’m not writing to do any of that, but to let you know the good news!
Yes, I made an honest woman out of RJ nearly one year ago. You just needed to be more patient!
Now onto the important bit: what shall I get her for our wedding anniversary? The theme is paper.