When I got

on the bus,

there wasn’t anywhere

to sit. I

had to stand.

I held on

to the pole

in front of

me, feeling the

bus move and

shift around me.

I marvelled that

I could do

such a thing,

something as simple

as riding a

bus standing up,

when a year

ago, I wouldn’t

have been able

to do so.

I noticed a

man sitting down

on a seat

to my right.

He held a

cane between his

legs. He caught

me staring and

smiled at me.

“You look like you have something to be happy about.”

I tried to

look respectful, hoping

he would forgive

my obvious rudeness

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I used to walk with a cane.”

He nodded, as

if he had

expected this response.

“What was yours named?”

“Hugo.”

I said, letting

the word out

in a breath

of soft air.

“Mine too.”

He said. He

held up his

cane and I

saw the brand

name stamped there.

“Why think of a better name when it already has one, right?”

“Right.”

I said, smiling.

He gave me

a serious look

and when he

spoke again, it

was like the

air around him

began to shimmer.

“Never be sorry for your strength. For what you’ve been able to accomplish.”

He said. He

shrugged and gave

me a smile

that I recognized

because I had

worn it. I

looked at his

face, really looked

at it and

something clicked within

me, I reached

to touch him,

to touch myself,

for he wore

my own face,

had my eyes.

He was me

as I had

been over a

year (lifetime) ago.

Me, myself

and I began

to fade away.

I wondered if

he (if I)

had been riding

the bus this

whole time, if

I had left

behind a piece

of myself. As

I thought this,

he reached out

and dropped a

small blue pebble

into my hand

“Here. You forgot this. It’s time you took it back. Don’t look back, though. Only go forward.”

“What is this? What do I do with it?”

He (I?) smiled

and gave me

a kind look.

“It’s a seed from where you used to be.”

“What do I do with it?”

He (myself?) gave

me another deep

smile, almost chuckling.

“You plant it, silly. Watch it grow. Make something wonderful out of what was. Don’t look back, only forward.”

He (me?) faded

away completely and

I was left

holding a piece

of myself that

I had forgotten.

I had not recognized

what I had

been, but I knew

who I had

become. I would

follow the advice

that I (me?)

had given myself.

I would plant

the seed and,

as it grew,

so would (me)

(myself) I.

I saw him

before he saw

me. As I

had walked towards

him, it had

taken me a

moment to even

recognize him. He

looked like someone

I should know.

When I realized

who he was,

I made a

decision. I wasn’t

going to change

my path, just to

accommodate him. So

I kept walking.

His head snapped

up and looked in my

direction, almost as

if he had

heard me speak

his name. His

eyes were cold

like the air

around us, like

the snow that

fell from the

skies. We came

even nearer to

each other. I

wondered if this

would be the

time where he

would speak, would

tell me what

happened between us.

As we came

closer to each

other, he looked

as if he

was going to

say something. I

wondered what it

could be, what

he could say:

“Look, we have to talk. “

“It was all a misunderstanding.”

“I’m sorry.”

I thought of

stopping, but I

realized that what

ever he had

to say to

me had already

been said, all

those years ago.

At least, it

that was true

for me. How

odd that I

had waited for

this moment for

seven years and

now realized I

had already said

everything? He stopped

in front of

me and went

to speak, but

I kept walking

along my path

into what the

future would bring

and left him

behind me in

the past.

Just when I thought I would be

Alone for the rest of

My life,

I met you.

Every day, you

Show me that

Our love will only grow,

Now and forever. You are

A wish made, something I

Never thought would happen but

Dreamed about constantly.

My heart belongs to you.

I love you so

Completely and I’m

Honoured to have your love

And support in return.

Everything you do only makes me

Love you more.