I'm a reminder of a great love that fizzled out. A love that started with a story of how a crush on a boy led to a sister giving him away for a pair of sneakers. You must laugh at that because as odd as it sounds it is the truth. She was a short redhead with green eyes, and he was that tall dark and handsome boy with brown eyes and black hair. Their love was odd. Oil and water mixed with dynamite is how I describe it now. Yet, it was a great love. The reminder that this great love existed today is the namesake, the jewel, his light, and the baby. I know this because I am his light. The light of his life or for whom the angels named were the words he said so often.

But what happens to the one that came after? The soulmate! She is left behind with the memories of that love and the reminders of the first love, yet there is no one to carry on their stories.

Why should you care? I don't know! I don't know if you should. I'm just a ghost these days. And I need to say this. Maybe it will be just a whisper on the cold wind on this day, but I need to know that it will live on. For her, for love, for us, for the universe; I need this to matter and be remembered.

Will anyone remember the story of the cute little wedding in the park by the pond on Valentine's day? Will the beauty of the red roses mixed with the snow that had yet to melt be an image in your mind? I imagine it today as I sit in a different world by a different pond and I can't help but cry. Because I am afraid, it won't be remembered. The love so great a forgotten memory of a life and love once lived. A ghost of love's past.

They loved deeply. She was the last face he saw in this world as she calmed his fears and he let go, and it just doesn't seem right that that moment 15 years ago, will never be told to others. It's life! I get it, but it seems so unfair as well. All I think about today is that.

A Pond

Red

Snow

Soulmates united

Broken hearts finally whole

Rings

Valentine's

Why? Why is it that I'm haunted? Haven't I suffered enough? I can't let it go. Not because I'm trying to hold on too hard to the past but because I need to know that if love that is true, that is deep and universal, that is bigger than a first love but leaves nothing but one person behind can last forever. That this love that he had is remembered because she saved him. She brought him light after the dark. She kept the one promise he asked of her in his final days. She held the broken reminders while they broke apart. Something that strong, a love that deep needs to be remembered.

I can't tell you their story but I will whisper something to you in the wind, and I hope you can take with you forever. There once was a broken man, he was one of the greatest men to ever live, and he met a woman who saw the greatness in him. She loved him as he was and he loved her for who she is. They married in a small town on a mountain in New Mexico. He designed and made their rings, and she carried his favorite flower. The wedding wasn't some production. It was a whisper on a cold winter wind on Valentine's Day. He gained four reminders of her first love, and she gained the four from him that day. They had a wonderful life together that was full of love. There are seven new reminders of the old romances, but they were touched in ways by this one. And for a time when she was his, and he was hers, the universe was right.