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  • This photo was the first photo taken of us together on the day that we met. I didn't realize that the camera was zoomed all the way in. Still, I cherish this photo because you can tell we are having a good time.

    It's hard to tell a story about just one day without my mind drifting to thoughts of what happened after it. Even just sitting down to write this story is hard. It's hard to stay focused. There is something that I want to describe here. A feeling that I had on a certain day, but it led to so much... it opened the door for so many things to happen that it's difficult to isolate it to just this one event. But I'm going to try anyways...

    It was a winter day during my senior year in high school and I was experiencing a full blown case of Senioritis. I made much more time for my social life than I did for schoolwork. I was out at a friend's house, just the two of us, having a typical night of underage drinking, guitar playing and philosophizing. At some point he mentioned that another friend of his would be stopping by. I didn't mind the additional company. His friend arrived and we began to talk. As the night when on I paid less attention to my host and more attention to my new friend. I could feel a new bond being formed... or... what felt like an already existing bond being reignited. It was the strangest feeling.

    I've tried to write this story many times and I have always failed to capture that feeling. It seems like the more detailed I try to be, the more obscure the story becomes and the real meaning is lost. All I can really say about that day is that it changed my life. When I met him I felt a playful recognition. As we talked it seemed less like we were trying to get to know each other and more like we had already known each other for lifetimes. To say it was love at first sight is cliched. To this day I still feel like it was more than that. And yet I knew, at the young age of 18, that I was experiencing something special.

    What happened after that meeting is another story, but I'll never forget that initial feeling and I haven't felt it with anyone since. Of course this re-telling is based on my current warped memory of that night. It may be somewhat romanticized and maybe not completely true to reality. But the fact that almost 7 years later it is still one of the most important nights of my life, says more than I can put into words. I felt something before I could conceptualize it. Almost a knowing before I could know what I already knew.
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