It was the perfect October day for sitting in central park, I thought. There was a gentle breeze that blew the leaves rustling around the ground. It was so peaceful watching the leaves, the people and the pets. I watched a couple of squirrels scurrying about to find some food to store for winter. I smiled to myself watching them…

     I thought back to when I first met James back in eighth grade. I was sitting in Math class and my blue eyes gazed across the room hooking eyes with James’ sapphire blue eyes. My heart at that moment had skipped a beat and felt like a thousand butterflies fluttering their wings. From that moment we were inseparable. After school we would go to each other’s house to watch television, study, and we would take walks to Central Park. We would hold hands sitting on the same bench, watching tourists and locals, talking about things we had done and our classes. We were pretty much this way the rest of middle school and on into high school – then during our senior year James walked up to me and said “Sabrina, I love you so much and this kills me to say since we have been together so long but I think maybe we should date some other people then if we come back together. We would know this relationship is meant to be.” Even though it was very hurtful, I agreed. So, we decided to take a break. At the time I thought this would be the saddest thing I would go through. Since life had to go on, I focused on my classes and on graduating high school. Graduation came so quick, more so than I had expected, and I said congratulations to my friends – even James, who walked up and gave me a hug.

     I remember on a June summer day- 2 years after graduation -I was sitting on my same bench in central park that I had always sat on watching the people, when all a sudden my eyes locked on James- who walked up and sat down beside me. I remember just like in eighth grade Math my heart again skipped a beat and I felt the same butterflies fluttering their wings. I was trying to calm the butterflies down when James said hi and we started talking about what we had been doing over the last 2 years. James was starting his Junior year at NYU and majoring in finance, just like his dad had. I told him I was working with my dad at our bakery and going to Hunter College studying Math. It was getting late so I told James I needed to go, we agreed to have lunch together that week. On Friday of that week James called me and we went to eat. We were sitting at our table in a tolerable silence — something about being with him, even if we were both silent, felt so right. I guess James was feeling the same way because at that moment he said “I don’t know why we ever broke up.” I agreed with him. Just like that we were back together.