January 2001…
Before Rodney and I were officially a couple, we lived in the same apartment complex, with just a driveway separating us. I liked going to his apartment. It was so cozy and always smelled like banana bread. To this day, it’s a mystery why I thought it smelled that way. He didn’t have anything banana bread scented in there, but oh well… That’s what it made me think of.
He loved candles, flowers, and plants. That set a peaceful tone in his home. It was a relaxing environment and when I stopped by every night after work to see him, I often wondered what it would be like if I could come home to that forever.
After our visit, I would leave, and a few hours later, Rodney would wind down and go to bed. He has always been a morning person, so he went to bed early at night. On the other hand, I have always been a night person, so I was still up.
So late at night, once I was certain he was asleep, I would sneak over and leave love notes at his door for him to find in the morning. I was like some romantic hero, appearing mysteriously in the night and leaving a surprise to start his day with.
I just felt like sharing that.