It was dark, the sun had set and I had watched it. I was running quickly so that I could be there in time. In time to meet him. I was running in the dark and thought I could see a figure in the distance. The path was next to a street and every car headlight pierced my vision, making it close to impossible to see him walking towards me. Suddenly he was there, smiling and handing me a hot chocolate. This was the first time we met.

We were giggling and stumbling over the rocks. It had started raining, water dripping off my nose and into my mouth. He looked back at me and smiled. We climbed higher through a path he had found and we ended up above the ocean, on cliffs I hadn’t seen before. The rain stopped and the wind from high above pretended to dry us off. He kissed me before I drove home. This was the first time we kissed.

I walked out to meet him outside, in the dark, in front of my apartment. He hugged me from behind and whispered his hello. He followed me to the front door and we smiled at each other when we made eye contact in the light. That morning I woke up curled up in his arms feeling warm and safe. This was the first time we made love.

None of these men are the same person.