This is when I met Carter. ;; Enjoy?

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Do you remember when we met? On that wooden bridge suspended over a stream of childhood dreams and forgotten tales of bears and little girls in capes and men with swords as long as you are tall?

I remember it so clearly. The colour of the water as it fell over the stones, the faint smell of smoke in the pine . I remember exactly what you wore, how you smiled, how you made me feel.

I dare to hope you remember as vividly as I do, the sound of the wind playing with the leaves and the grasses, rippling and dancing over the water of the lake, which we couldn’t even go into because it was too cruel on our senses.

You asked me about how I was enjoying my stay out there, how I’d managed the hike. You didn’t care about my hair or how I was dressed. Heck I’m sure you didn’t even notice until after we’d parted.

I remember that night in the tent, while we were changing, the other girls asked me about you, and how I felt. I don’t remember saying anything, but I can still remember the smile I used.

You know, the small one I use when I know something special and secret?

I really shouldn’t be thinking on this, dear angel, too many years have passed, we’ve grown apart, then together, and now we’re hardly two people at all.

But you are my heart, my soul, my best friend, my soul mate. And I just want you to know that I love you.