Oh Heavenly Night

We met outside the store last night. At first, I felt I had seen you somewhere before and struggled to remember when and under what circumstances. I jolted to full attention when I realized who you were: my first love. You smiled your invitation to stroll around the block together, and I smiled back affirmatively. We talked of many things--those prerequisite inquiries into what the other had done these past years. You finally broached the one question quietly lurking behind every topic we discussed earlier: Have you found someone? I stammered my usual replies to this--I've been too busy, I'm not really looking, etc. Without missing a beat, you looked deeply into my eyes and unabashedly confessed I'm still in love with you. Liquid fire and ice raced through my veins as I gazed back and shyly admitted the same. Beaming, you turned to face the sidewalk in front of us and moved your left hand a little closer to my right as we continued walking down the dimly-lit street. Together.