Sometime very soon after we met, I fell in love with you. It might have been that invitation for a moonlit walk on Park Point. Or it may have been the sunburn and the smile on your face after you crossed the Quetico in March. Just maybe it was breakfast at the cowboy cafe in Livingston, Montana.
My love for you feels like a clear path headed toward the future. The trail is tracked and wide enough for both of us, but us only. I will follow you or ski with you or walk with you to the far end of the trail, and beyond.