We parked out in the country somewhere.
When I asked where we were, the reply I got was, "See the windmill?"

So today, every time I see a windmill I think, "See the windmill?" and think of that person.
I "liked" him before I ever knew his name.
Two years later, he gave me my first kiss.
I saw him tonight.
See the windmill?
1 comment:
isn't it funny how things, smells, sounds, can bring you back to a place and time from long ago?
cherish the memories.
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