All day today I've been remembering the whirlwind romance that led to what happened at 11:30 that night nineteen years ago... I knew it was the long awaited beginning of something, perhaps even of all my dreams coming true.
It's taken me years to realize that it was actually the beginning of the end of me.
I've always found it quite irreconcilable that what at the time was the most golden hour of my life so quickly turned into a darkness that has followed me now even to the brink of old age.
It was the time of my life that I had the dreams of men still young.
What happened that night...?
Our first kiss.
"I am always remembering...
and my greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget."
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