Crying With Chloe

I first met her when I was only thirty. I was in the pizza joint carrying a piece of candy when she sprinted in. She was wearing an emerald green pair of sandals, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her pinky, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the piece of candy down when she waltzed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the piece of candy right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to cry.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the photography studio for a cup of hot cider. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the photography studio, I learned that her name was Chloe, and that she was a web guru. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a scientist.

I guess it was love at first cry. Some might say we had mushrooms in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was six years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still crying for each other.