History

Heavy thoughts caress my brain.
I recall the first meeting.
On a sunny day, waiting on a bench.
No clue of what to expect,
nor the consequences for the future.
There she was, and I wasn't ready.
I was loquaciously nervous,
couldn't seem to shut up.
While she just seemed to listen,
taking it all in.
It was weird to see the time fly.
Hours passed in a heartbeat,
I wished my heart would've just stopped.
The rest of this story is history.
To be forgotten by the ages.