Thirty-four years apart, my first love, my muse. A lifetime since that sweet embrace and gentle kiss of tender youth. Memory faded yet grew stronger, her power never dimmed. She was, she is, she will always be the first.
Two lives lived, two hearts tempered. She sits here now, eyes that dance, smile that flickers. My love has aged beautifully.
A chance rediscovery, a deliberate meeting. Curiosity for now, memory of then, a tie that never broke while lives rose and fell. And by her side an echo of her younger self. “Remember that time…” “Yes” “Well, this is Ruby”.