Time stopped when his lips touched mine. It could have been our first kiss or our millionth. It was the kiss. The kiss that said, "You are mine, now and forever." And I was. For that one moment, on the plaza stairs, I was his and he was mine.

I visit the plaza every year. I stand on the stairs and feel the ghosts of the past touch me. I close my eyes and I remember. I close my eyes and feel his lips on mine. Time stops. Once again, I am his. And he is mine. Now and Forever.