The Lock on the Bridge

That bridge along the Tar River near that college campus, has a little lock with our names on it that you secretly placed there.

You brought me to this bridge, to share it with me.

And there it was.

You had to point it out.

My eyes saw it, and I felt immense love.

And frankly, it was truly romantic and quite adorable.

Evidence that we were here.

Evidence that our story matters.

I remember looking at the other locks….

Seeing the names and the dates.

I remember having thoughts of these people….

wondering the status of their relationship,

and if they were indeed still just as happy and hopeful as the day the lock was placed on the bridge.

That I don’t know.

But what I do know is for those who may see our lock, whether it is tomorrow or twenty years from now,

I hope they know and I hope they can feel,

that the love we had the day the lock was placed on the bridge,

still flows just as strong today as it did then. ❤️