I don’t know what exactly it was about that fateful first date.
It could’ve been the crispy french fries.
It could’ve been the five-dollar pink roses sold by a homeless woman.
It could’ve been the way you held me in your arms in the middle of Rockefeller Center.
It could’ve been two lucky pennies thrown into a New York City fountain.
That chill of December. That crowded train ride home. Being at the right place, right time.
It could’ve been all those things.
What I do know is that first date led to years of laughter and adventures and love.
Today is my partner and I’s anniversary! To celebrate, I wrote this piece based on our first date, all those years ago.
Stay safe and stay creative, writer bees!