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I remember the first time I saw you.

Your hair was the colour of gold spun into thread and your blue eyes were dark and mysterious. You were smiling that beautiful smile...and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what you were doing with someone like HER. I wanted to know you...and I couldn't have admitted then that I wanted very badly to touch you.



I remember the first time I spoke to you.

We were alone, and you contacted me on a whim....whimsy being so much a part of who you are. I was impressed by your mind and your wit, as well as the precision of your words. You were nothing that I thought you would be, but EVERYTHING I could hope for...and I was envious because you weren't mine.



I remember falling in love with you.

I didn't know it was happening. I knew I felt something for you...something soft and passionate that went a little beyond anything as trite as lust or as fleeting as a childish crush. I was moved by you, caught up in you, fascinated and bewildered by you. I savoured that sweet sensation...drank it deeply like champagne and found myself sublimely intoxicated; Drunk on the miracle of who you are. I tried to hide it from you, but I couldn't. It kept coming out. Every time I opened my mouth it was poetry dedicated to you. All for you. The idea that I couldn't have you was horrid. Can you imagine how I felt when you began to hint you wanted ME too?



I remember the first time you told me you loved me.

That night is burned into my mind. You were so confused as you sat in the halflight of that room, trying to decide where your future was going to be. And I admit that I'd have done ANYTHING to keep you.....to stay a part of your life. I couldn't imagine a world without you....and so I said it for the first time ever: "I'm in love with you." And you told me you were in love with me as well. I sat with you that night and the next, whispering in your ear, listening to your hopes and dreams and fears and praying to God Almighty that the bus ticket in your pocket would go unused. God heard me, and I to this day wonder what you did with that useless piece of paper.      



I remember so much more....



The poems we've written to each other. The countless sweet things we've said. The times we were angry, and the times you were the only one to give me comfort when I cried. I remember every last thing you tell me, and I remember desire so strong that no fire can match it's burn. I remember all of it, except for one small thing....



I don't remember what life was like...before you.