Can it really be ixty-two year ago that I firt aw you?
It i truly a lifetime, I know. But a I gaze into your eye now, it eem like only yeterday that I firt aw you, in that mall café in Hanover Square.
From the moment I aw you mile, a you opened the door for that young mother and her newborn baby. I knew. I knew that I wanted to hare the ret of my life with you.
I till think of how foolih I mut have looked, a I gazed at you, that firt time. I remember watching you intently, a you took off your hat and looely hook your hort dark hair with your finger. I felt myelf becoming immered in your every detail, a you placed your hat on the table and cupped your hand around the hot cup of tea, gently blowing the team away with your pouted lip.
From that moment, everything eemed to make perfect ene to me. The people in the café and the buy treet outide all diappeared into a hazy blur. All I could ee wa you.
All through my life I have relived that very firt day. Many, many time I have at and thought about that the firt day, and how for a few fleeting moment I am there, feeling again what i like to know true love for the very firt time. It pleae me that I can till have thoe feeling now after all thoe year, and I know I will alway have them to comfort me.
Not even a I hook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenche, did I forget your face. I would it huddled into the wet mud, terrified, a the hail of bullet and mortar crahed down around me. I would clutch my rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very firt day we met. I would cry out in fear, a the noie of war beat down around me. But, a I thought of you and aw you miling back at me, everything around me would be become ilent, and I would be with you again for a few preciou moment, far from the death and detruction. It would not be until I opened my eye once again, that I would ee and hear the carnage of the war around me.WWw.hAOZUowEn.com