You probably don't remember the day we met, I'd be shocked if you did. It was at that old blue diner. It was my family's first night in the town. You were sitting alone at a booth.
You were raking your hand through your hair and staring into space. You looked tired and stressed. You must of recently gotten off work.
You had on these nice brown shoes, slacks, and a dress shirt that you hastily unbuttoned at the collar.
I remember you were desperately sipping at a chocolate shake and tapping your foot under the table.
The diner was buzzing, every table, booth, and bar stool was full. The waitress motioned us to a table adjacent to yours. I watched you out of the corner of my eye.
I watched you stare, absentmindedly, out the window. There was something about you that mesmerized me. There was something steady about you. Something logical about you.
I knew, that if the place burned down, you would come back for me. I knew that if the water suddenly raised from the earth's soil and swallowed us whole, you'd dance with me while we drowned.
I don't know how but the day I met you, my day began. It began the moment you turned to face me. The sun set when we locked eyes.
You probably don’t remember the day we met, I'd be shocked if you did - but the day I met you, is one I could never forget.