Sorrow: 1. Love: 1.

I wrote this 2 years ago, but the story was born over 20.


Sorrow: 1. Love: 1.

We didn't want to let go. We had forgotten. Forgotten what it took to get us here. Now. Together.

One night changed to course of our future. Now. Then. Together.

The light and/or the haze stole my words. She looked so pretty, and I couldn't tell her.

I thought, for sure, I would have another chance.

I remember a song we both loved: "Here comes the sun."

We were kids. We gave each other sunflowers. She wore them well.

That was some years ago.

So we meet again. In this future.

In the grocery store. Who would have thought?

We met again.

I should have kissed her.

I thought, for sure, I would have another shot.

At it. At her.

After all, here she is again.

I had two chances. Some get none. I can't believe that, for a moment, I may have been her's and she may have been mine.

I saw it in her face.

If I weren't here, typing this out right now, I never would have known how much all of this actually meant to me.

It's only the beginning. I feel that I will slowly realize the nuance of our time together, and how amazing it truly was. Maybe that is just how it seemed.

Though, who really knows? She may meet my eyes and my mouth and my soul again.

It's never really over. Not with someone like her.

We are even, we settled the score. We set the bar high, so many years ago. Meeting again, we broke our own records.

It's only sad because it was so true, but we ended it before it got all mucked up.

So, love 'won.'

the end. 

Thank you for spending time with this.