Presently Past

When we actually talked
For the very first time,
I had a hint
I was committing some crime.
Between friends and love,
A tiny white line
Separates the boundary
Of "you" being "mine."
But after you saw
That I was the one,
You asked me out
Under the setting sun.
And now, here we are,
Arch overhead.
We will be together
Until one of us is dead.
We may have met on a swing set
When I was 4 and you were 5.
We may have passed each other on the street
When my sister was learning to drive.
We both knew each other existed
Long before we actually met.
And if we did, I don't know how
I ever let myself forget.