In the hall, I stood almost still, Staring at the ceiling, my mind adrift. That day, that night, was different, though, A moment that would change the course of life's flow.

Summers weren't my season, or so I thought, But that one summer, oh, it was something caught. A spark, a flame, a love that would ignite, A story I'd hear told, on quiet, winter nights.

"That's how I met your dad," they'd say with a grin, A tale of chance encounters, and love that would win.

He stood at 6'1", she at 5'4", A difference that would make their love story more.

In that grey car, with the front seat belt, A protector of futures, a love that would melt.

Was it the belt, or his hands, that held

tight?

My heart skips a beat, at the thought of that

night.

A melody to my ears, though no music played, A harmony of hearts, that would forever be swayed. Two hours of silence, or so it would seem, A love story unfolding, like a summer dream.

"That's how I met your dad," they'd say once more.