Thinking back to our day one.
Remembering our first hello.
I took your hand and helped you up.
You were always sitting on the floor.

I didn’t tell you right away.
I didn’t want to seem strange.
But I came and saw you every day.
When you’d see me, I’d walk away.

You sat there on the floor.
Reading children’s fairy tales.
I wanted to say so much more.
I just had this feeling that I’d fail.

This is the story of you & I.
Of the day we finally met.
At the bookstore where you worked.
But the rest, I forget.

I remember what you wore.
I remember how you looked.
I still hear your first words.
I still see you put down the book.

I helped you up and on our way.
You guided me to the book I sought.
You told me your name.
And that I never forgot.

The rest of that day.
Is a bit fuzzy in my mind.
Who knew I’d be looking for a book,
But it was true love I would find?

This is the story of you & I.
Of the day we finally met.
At the bookstore where you worked.
But the rest, I forget.