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Always remember. (L. Averman)

Lester and I sat on a soft picnic blanket, surrounded by the lush greenery of the park. We were reminiscing about the day we first met, a few years ago. I remember it so vividly, as if it had happened just yesterday.

My dad, Gordon Bombay, had just taken on a new job as a hockey coach. It had been years since he had played the game himself, but he was determined to help the young team reach their full potential. On that day, he had brought me along to meet the team.

As we arrived, my dad introduced me to everyone, and I noticed a young redheaded boy with glasses. As soon as our eyes met, I knew that I was smitten. We exchanged introductions, and I learned that his name was Lester.

From that day on, Lester and I were inseparable. We spent every moment we could together, getting to know each other and discovering all the things we had in common. My dad was thrilled that we were dating, and so were all of our friends who played hockey with Lester.

As I helped my dad with coaching, I also became friends with the team. We would talk about everything, from the latest movies to our favorite foods. Lester and I were always at the center of these conversations, sharing our love story with anyone who would listen.

"I still can't believe it's been a few years since that day," Lester said, breaking the silence. "It feels like just yesterday that I met you."

I smiled, feeling a warm sensation in my chest. "I know, right? Time really does fly when you're having fun."

Lester took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I just want you to know that I love you so much, and I always will. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

I leaned in and gave him a kiss, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you too, Lester. Always remember that."