Thinking back to our day one.
\nRemembering our first hello.
\nI took your hand and helped you up.
\nYou were always sitting on the floor.<\/p>\n
I didn’t tell you right away.
\nI didn’t want to seem strange.
\nBut I came and saw you every day.
\nWhen you’d see me, I’d walk away.<\/p>\n
You sat there on the floor.
\nReading children’s fairy tales.
\nI wanted to say so much more.
\nI just had this feeling that I’d fail.<\/p>\n
This is the story of you & I.
\nOf the day we finally met.
\nAt the bookstore where you worked.
\nBut the rest, I forget.<\/p>\n
I remember what you wore.
\nI remember how you looked.
\nI still hear your first words.
\nI still see you put down the book.<\/p>\n
I helped you up and on our way.
\nYou guided me to the book I\u00a0sought.
\nYou told me your name.
\nAnd that I never forgot.<\/p>\n
The rest of that day.
\nIs a bit fuzzy in my mind.
\nWho knew I’d be looking for a book,
\nBut it was true love I would find?<\/p>\n
This is the story of you & I.
\nOf the day we finally met.
\nAt the bookstore where you worked.
\nBut the rest, I forget.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":849,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n