Vividly.
We were acquaintances, but It felt like we'd spent our lives together.
There was an ease and understanding that dominated our interactions, and a connection that couldn't ever be expressed in words.
It was the end of a school year.
Elegant, and poised; I was honored she chose to grace my humble presence.
At her side, I felt as though we were equals, and held my head up high.
The next line should describe a happy marriage to a beautiful bride.
Instead, fear held my tongue; and another found the words to tell her, what I so desperately felt inside.
At the end of that second year she was engaged, and gone.
If there was ever a "one that got away", it was her.
