The first time we understood each other
Years back, I took Tracy to a music festival.
We’d been dating for five months.
After a long day of dancing, we sat on a blanket looking out at the party lighting up the night sky.
“Mind if I put on some music?” I ask.
“Sure. Think we’ll go back out?” She responds.
“Maybe. It’s a long walk.”
We’d parked on top of a hill more than a mile from the main grounds. A large willow tree leaned over the car and tent.
My Jambox played a slow, melodic song featuring a German singer.
Trace moved closer and I put my arm around her.
The wind blew cold, dusty air.
Palm trees danced in the distance under a sea of stars.
I whispered along with the German singer. I didn’t know what the words meant but could tell it was beautiful. Anything sounding like that has to be.
Glancing down, I notice Tracy crying. She never cries.
It stunned me to see her like that. Seeing a part only a few get to.
You’re lucky to get that version of someone.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I just… love you,” she says.
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