First Date

We share a story too out-of-the-ordinary to share simply.  The beginning, or a beginning, was 20 years ago today.

A date I didn’t know was a date.

A boy from the other end of the long hall of lockers. A stranger.

He swept me off my feet.

He held my hand.

He looked me in the eyes and told me that he shouldn’t kiss me.

He was probably going back to Germany for the rest of his schooling.

I nodded.  I could hardly breathe.

He leaned forward.


Twenty years.


20 years



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