Short Happy Stories

Remembering

I remember the first time our eyes met. The first time our hands touched. The first time our hearts met. Who'd have ever known that one little conversation filled with small talk and chit-chat, would bring us all the way here, to what we are? I certainly didn't.

It was a small party at my friend's house. She had recently moved to my school, and her old one was only half an hour away, so some of her old friends were there as well. We were going through introductions since not everyone knew each other. As soon as I had walked through the door, you had been staring at me every time you thought I wasn't looking.

As you said your name I watched you. Your gentle voice, the adorable way you flip your hair, sweeped carelessly across your forehead, to get it out of your eyes, your deep, warm brown eyes sparkling with mischief and wonder. You stared right back, taking in my long, straight hair, tumbling down to my shoulder blades, my blue eyes, always changing shades day-to-day, sometimes dark blue, sometimes almost grey, sometimes bright turquoise as they were today, the unconscious way I twiddled my fingers in my lap. In that moment I felt something click, and somehow I knew that you had felt it, too.

The first moment you had a chance, you came up to me. You asked me about me, how old I was, if I had siblings, where I lived. It was a shallow conversation, but it soon turned into more. We talked for what seemed like hours, and I enjoyed every second of it.

Eventually, we all went outside to watch the sunset over the lake behind our friend's house. As the water reflected the sky, turning gentle pastels of pink, purple, orange, blue, and gold, you slipped your hand into mine. Our fingers intertwined as the first star dared to peep out into the quickly darkening twilight. Gazing up at that little star, we wished. Without saying a word, we said so much in those moments.

And the star listened.

We've had our ups. We've had our downs. But we've made it through them all. We've had our fights, but we worked them out. We're not perfect, nor do I expect us to ever be, but I know that we are the best we could ever be. Lying here under the stars on the little hill in my backyard, I remember that single day that changed our lives. One chance meeting, that has led to a year of nothing but happiness and light. I don't know where we'll be five years from now, or five months from now, or five days from now, but as I lay my head on your chest, and you hold me tight and kiss my head, I close my eyes and know that right now, everything is just as it should be.