until he heard Chopin’s Sonata No. 3 Op. 58. That’s why she fell in love with him. It wasn’t the sole reason why she loved him. She also loved his corny pick up lines, how he’d call her at two in the morning asking if she’d like to drive up to the city with him, the way he could block out the world when he read a good book, and how he knew every word to every PJ Harvey song, even “The Nightingale”, but none of those reasons would have been enough to push her to actually be in love with him.
It wasn’t just the fact that his favorite song was “Dear God” or that his new favorite song was Chopin’s Sonata No. 3; it was how “Dear God” was his favorite song until he heard Chopin’s Sonata No. 3 playing from a pizza shop in Philadelphia. When he stopped outside, she thought that he was just hungry; he was always hungry. She laughed and told him that they would miss the bus back home if they stopped to eat. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his eyes closed and mouth turned upwards ever so slightly. Then he rushed into the shop and asked the manager about the song. They ended up missing the bus home, because he talked to the man (He was Chinese— not that that has any relevance. She just found it interesting that an Asian man owned a very good pizza shop.) for two hours about the wonders of Chopin and classical music.
She was absolutely and completely in love with him exactly forty two minutes after he heard the song. However, she didn’t realize this until they were riding home in the back of an empty Wal-mart truck that smelled like wet cardboard, and didn’t tell him until twenty three days later.