The History of an Engagement with φιλια (cont.)

Chapter II. An Awakening

My first. First Love. A fateful adventurer’s tale; I will speak honestly. Words, our engagements for hours, the way you looked into my eyes and so opened them. We were young, you and I. Your open ears and hands meant everything to me. The hot chocolate and warm compress you brought when I was sick meant everything to me. Sitting together in the sun under trees meant everything to me. A safe place to gasp wide, whisper My God Oh my God, and offer my trembling bleeding hands–meant everything to me. For hours, you stayed. Watched me awake. Winter came. We were young, you and I. Walking in the rain. First Love, where was the point when you crossed the road and I stayed behind.

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