It was that hasty earliest encounter
and the slow smiles as you would remember.
The cherished innocence of the quickening heart
and the scribbled notes passed across at first.
It was that blush that crept up redder
and the words which came with a slight hint later.
The hidden conversations while the world stood still
and the search across crowd with precise skill.
It was our first phone, call and text
and the late late hours of serene rest.
The entanglement of fingers and nothing else
and the lazy looks with sheepish jests.
It was the tiny fights, stories and big tales
and your ears and my whispered details.
The tall letters and the virtuous promises
and the silent tears with a bit of helpless blemishes.
The untamed memorable and the enthralling formerly.
It was all of it yet none of it.
For just now, it is you and it is I.
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