Book 17: A Universe in Her Eyes

Ryatt

“Dance with me.”

“I don’t dance with men who won’t even tell me their last names.”

I fidget on the edge of the dreamworld again, the same scene playing through my memories. Ella, so young, so beautiful, in that too-tight red gown against a sea of vibrant color in a ballroom that at the time was considered enemy territory.

Now, I’ve been to countless events and weddings there, watched the sun set and rise through the same ceiling height windows, the same creamy golden walls, a thousand times.

Some would say, after being together as long as we have, that the memory of that first meeting should feel like a lifetime ago.

In reality, it was. We’re so old now. But I dream about it every night, the same memories of our youth, that tumultuous first year.