My love,

A hundred years, It could've been, and yet it still feels too soon to go back and obese over specific details. I can only tell what I remember clearly and fictionalize so much before it all becomes a lie. I won't tell a lie, this isn't just a story woven of from desired dreams and idolized romance. This is our lives, my love, and so I'll tell it as so.

I'm sad to admit that I can't remember much from the day after our first date. I know I was happy, elated even. I'd met a really guy attractive guy and he liked me back! Sweet dreams, I don't think I could've asked for more in that moment. You seemed perfect, my love. And that's where I made my first mistake. A mistake that surely, would lead to our doom.

DF: 1.23.20
WC: 130