
See? There it is.
The very same tree in which you carved our initials all those years ago.
You can still see them if you know where to look, which of course I do.
At the time, I thought it was a silly thing to do, kid stuff.
But now I am glad you didn’t listen to me.
You said we’d be together forever; for as long as this tree was standing.
I thank God every day for this tree — proof that
you and I really happened; that we were
A Thing.
It’s all that’s left.


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