I remember the first time I fell in love. It was a beautiful, warm summer day. Much like today.

I remember seeing her the first time. She was beautiful. I thought so, anyway. I didn’t really care what others thought.

I remember her hair, long, dark. Pulled back into a ponytail to reveal the perfection that was her face. A smile that would melt the coldest of hearts. Eyes the colour of pure, unblemished emeralds. Eyes that showed both intelligence and passion.

I was captured immediately.

She sat in the park, alone. She seemed sad. I didn’t know why at the time, but I had to know what I could do to ease that sadness. I walked up and asked if I could sit with her. That was all I said. We just sat there by the lake. We watched the sun set. When the stars came out, we lay on the grass and watched the moon make its way across the sky.

I walked her home. She said thank you, and asked me to meet her the next day.

Ah, yes. I remember it like it was yesterday…

Wait… What day is it?

Oh… It was yesterday.