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The performance was in dedication, a performance that she was supposed to be in... as people danced by two in the musical finale, he performed alone in memory of her there. It rained the afternoon of her memorial. People spoke, friends and family cried. Memories that became lost in the rain. He stood there for a long time, a day which he visits every year.

"Why do you love the rain, Dad?"

"Because it reminds me of your mother darling. It was how we first met...in the rain. Quite coincidental."

"Why was- what does that mean, uh...co-inqui-dink?"

"...It means by chance, darling."

"Did you have an umbrella?"

"Haha, of course. Well I did. She forgot hers."

When was the date we met? When was the date we were left? It’s becoming harder to see. It’s becoming harder to believe. But acknowledged, an acceptance in the feelings felt, and once that was recognized, the chaos had ceased, the white flags raised. Life and love let go.

To him it didn’t matter who she was with before, how many there may have been before, or if they had taken her firsts away from him. The only thing that mattered, was that she decided to be with him, waiting for him. In another life, they both saved their firsts for each other, just to see what that was like.

Who you are today, is shaped by what you think, what you do, and the things that happen to you. If even the slightest change happened, you wouldn't be alive. You wouldn't be you. But another reality of you. None of which are the real you. Because really, who are you?