For a long time, that's all it was. Of course I "noticed" him, but I was still in a long-distance relationship with a boyfriend who had moved to another state and he (future husband) seemed to be dating a good friend of mine. I knew they were friends, but didn't feel comfortable asking either of them if it was serious. Because I was just a friend. Right.
But he told me -- years later -- that he would drive by my house a lot, and he often appeared in my dreams. I felt that my boyfriend and I were growing apart, but I wasn't sure he felt the same way. Because of that, I never thought anything would come of my interest in my English friend.
I remember watching something on TV about Paul McCartney's new solo album. I've checked back and it appears the official release date was Friday, April 17, 1970. We both remember listening to "Maybe I'm Amazed" and being completely knocked out by it. The words of the song also clarified a few things.
We still have the Beatles and a love of England in common, but we are opposites in soooo many ways. Somehow, it still works. When he's out of town, I'm excited for him to come home. I'm always happy to hear his voice on the phone. He is the best card giver ever. He was, and continues to be, a wonderful father to our two kids and the best husband in the world. Well, in MY world, anyway.