The winds on Kite Hill chilled the tears that began to form in my eyes as I replayed our first evening together. I remember the emotions of every moment of that dinner on the street as if it had just happened. Yet that dinner was only the beginning of our story. Neither of us knew it then, but that night was far from over. In fact, the first night, the first stare, the first kiss lasted for the next three months. My heart began to ache at the thought of leaving T.J. behind. I could almost feel him in the air of the city as the wind whipped and caressed my body.
