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.

Thank you for reading.

And Happy Valentines Day ❤️

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