good
When you tell people
the stories of how we met
they always end well.
I think that must be part of why we tell the story over again. Because it has a good ending.
And the fact that we are both still around to tell it is what really makes it sweet.
The tales of early clumsiness or embarrassment, or falling down become legendary as long as we remain a happy couple. They never become “we should have known better” moments.
When the narratives end nicely, I come out looking sweet and not stupid; more like a catch than a wretch.
Of course the reverse is true; all of my memories depict you as loving and kind, and worthy of the effort.
Our vignettes become a treasury of love stories, and leave a solid foundation on which we will build our history.
I can’t recall when this Haiku for Hearts poem was originally published on the Seattle Missed Connections but something about it reminds me of the holiday season. I guess it’s the environment of people gathered together, socializing and telling stories over a few drinks. Glad to read that this coupling story doesn’t quite end but rather continues on in a positive tone.
