Every love has a story. How you first met. Who said the first word. Who made the first move.
Seven o’clock is not the time anyone will think of falling in love. But as our worlds collided on that fated hour, that was exactly what had happened. In a moment stolen from time, a single introduction changed everything. I wonder if things would be different if the day we met came with a warning. A word to tell me if this was right or if this could go wrong in so many ways. I wonder where he is right now. I wonder if he’s happy. I wonder what would have changed had we done things differently. Had we placed our hearts on the line, flipped the pages one after the other, wrote our story in another way.
Every first love has a story. Do you want to hear mine?