looks a lot like a tragedy now
riker/troi.
Really, sweetheart, fate works in funny ways, doesn't it?
He had left her all behind him, messy brown curls, big red lips, soft curves.
He left her behind, in a fit of opportunities and bigbig starships and dreams coming true.
And those dreams, darling, really didn't come true, did they?
Here he is, and there she is, and it's almost like a dream, because, baby, it wasn't supposed to happen this way.
She was supposed to wait for him, meet him up.
And that didn't really work out either, did it?
And here you are, six years older, and more than a little bit wiser.
( You hope.)
She's just as beautiful, and even more forbidden.
(She used to be yours, but hey, you gave her up, didn't you?)
Her deep deep (chocolate) eyes meet his)
They're back in the jungle again, and it's perfect.
The sun is low in the sky, and the air is warm, and you both are wearing far too much clothing...
"Do you two know each other?"
Picard pulls them back into reality.
She looks up, confidently.
She did grow up.
"We used to, sir."
And the tragedy meets its end.
From Episode one: Encounter on Farpoint.