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I don't quite remember where I first met her.

Part of me remembers a field of tall grass. As I sorted through it, finding not much more then myself, I came upon her image. The sun shone softly against her face, as her hair translated the breeze. She wore a sort of checkered-plaid blouse, in shades of red and white, tied up by the wayside. It was a warm summer’s afternoon which grew warmer as she drew nearer. We encountered one another for what seemed to be the hundredth time, as if to say it was all planned. Surely, not by us. As the tall grass grew taller still around us we lost ourselves in the field, sometime around high noon. We spent seven eternities together until finally the sun had set on our romance. The rest is unclear to me.

Part of me still yet remembers walking along the slender paved pathway which traversed a park, cutting beneath the autumn trees. We had arranged to meet here after finding out that we both had fond childhood memories in this park. There was a subtle yet distinct chill in the air. We realized neither of us was appropriately dressed for the occasion. I offered my sweater all the same, it was only proper. My comfort was a love unlike any I had had before. We conversed to pass the time. Our words wrote a timeless ballad of mutual understanding and romantic potential. We gently yet efficiently peeled away at each other’s emotional layers only to find that we shared the same core. I halted, startled by this revelation, then proceeded once more. We proceeded onwards across the pathway, and into each other’s future.

What I do remember is the following. I meant to say it to her that day, but I was too encaptured by her to find the words. "The day we met, the man I used to be accepted his fate, and acknowledged you as my life's epoch."


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