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We Walked Together

I close my eyes...

I listen to the gentle breeze through the trees, rustling the fallen leaves, as they whirl above the ground, and I can almost taste the sunshine mixed with the scent of the pine trees as they tickle my nose. I smile and a warmth floats through my body. I hold out my arms and wait, wishing you could take my hand the way you used to, always the left hand, oh your superstitious ways, and I laughed and called it cute. You blushed and took my hat and covered your face.

Then you teased me and told me to catch you, but before you could get away, I grabbed your waist and pulled you close, and kissed the top of your forehead, and it gave you goosebumps. It gave me goosebumps too. You took my hand again, always the left, and I smiled. And we walked along the path, the trees swaying, as if guiding us along. The leaves crunched under my boots like crackers, but your step was delicate, as if you were floating. I was floating too.

Your fingers so tender, so delicate, like rose petals caressing my skin. I guided your hand to my cheek, and I knew I loved you, and you gave me strength. You smiled at me, and then we paused on the path, and my world made sense. You picked a wildflower nestled in the grass; you loved the purple ones, and you held it out to me and told me how wonderful the fragrance was. I placed it in your hair, above your right ear, and I looked at you and you took my breath away. We walked once more.

You gasped when we reached the top as you took in the majestic view. This was your favorite place; it's my favorite place too. I wrapped my arms around you, looked into your eyes. My god, how they glistened, as you gazed back into mine, and I couldn't move, I couldn't speak as the moment took hold of me. There was a glow around you, like an angel, caused from the mist in my eyes, I moved my lips closer to yours. The warmth of those lips caressing me before we even touched, and I kissed you, and you kissed me too, and the world fell away, and we melted into each other, and for a little while, there was only you, and me.

I looked into your eyes again, and you looked into mine. We stayed that way for a time, and there was a knowing, an understanding, with no words.

I open my eyes...

And I wonder now, though I didn't then, if you knew it would be our last time, walking on this path, on the journey together.

I lower my arms...

I reach down to pick a wildflower, a purple one, and I walk alone now. The leaves are crunching beneath my boots, and I hold the flower in my left hand as I make my way up to her favorite place; it's my favorite place too.

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