The month of June arrived, and with it, the end of my high school years. I got a job for the summer, working in the office of an insurance company. In late August, Mr. Alexander came in. Well, one thing led to another, and we started dating. About a year and a half later, we were married. 

At least he now remembers my name!  We've discussed theories of reincarnation, and have wondered whether all those names he used to call me by in class are perhaps indications that we knew each other in a past life/lives.

The years have been good to us, and to this day, my Mr. Alexander still refers to the poem as the first and best birthday gift I ever gave him.

He insists that the poem is a kind of magic, that brought us together.

 

for the Second Story

 

 

 

copyright 2002 Trish S.