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Story. 005

When I was younger I always believed my mind was just filled with a collection of small jars. What I mean is, each of these jars were perfectly in order and dated, of course. They were filled with the sparkly, purple dust. My memories. And when I needed a memory I could call upon that particular jar. But, I only stored the ones that really had value to me. Like, when I was in class on my last day of second grade. My teacher - my wonderful teacher gave me a stuffed animal. It was a dog with big, purple eyes and a very warming face. I took it home and put it up. The next week - we were moving again. Almost like we were on the run and we could only grab just a few items. My mother made me leave my stuffed animal. I've thought about that day for years.

The day we met was another memory I stored deep in my mind.

I can remember everything about that particular day. Every single detail from exactly what the weather was that day, 78 degrees with no chance of precipitation. I can smell the aroma of the dry, summer air. The smell of gasoline and the thick, greasy air escaping through the windows and doors of the fast food restaurants that scattered the block. I can hear the chatter and laughter of the people through my one headphone. I can hear the barking of dogs all around, I'm pretty sure they're all communicating with each other. I read once that their barks can travel up to a mile or two away, amazing, isn't it?

"You're so little."

Were your first words to me. Random, some might say even a little rude. But, me, standing 5'2 and weighing in at a hefty 120 pounds - I didn't have much of a argument there.

I scoffed however and blurted out : "I am not!"

I finally caught her eye and the feeling of butterflies aroused all in me. I scanned my brain for possible words to describe this woman standing in front of me. Stunning, lovely, beautiful.. no, divine. She was all of them, she was absolutely perfect.