It wasn't hard for him to tell that he was in a small town. As he drove down the road, he could see the characteristic traits of a simple, yet rustic paradise surrounding him. The early morning sun cast a Summer glow into the cab of his old Ford pickup. Outside, the fields of fresh crop were drizzled with the morning dew from a storm the night before. He opened his window, and felt the fresh morning air wash into the cabin and fill his lungs with the smells of the town he missed.
The high school where he graduated a decade earlier came into view as the truck headed further into town. The memories of the days in high school filled his ears with the sounds of Friday night crowds, and the Saturday night thrills of country music, blue jeans, bonfires and summer love. That was the thing. He hadn't been here in a decade. How would he know what she looked like. After all, he put his faith in the words of a stranger that knew her name, which led him back to where it all started. He composed himself and traced his way back through years of memories that he had nearly forgotten. A barrage of questions suddenly plagued his mind as 4 years of his life proceeded to occupy his rear view mirror. Where would he find her? Where should he start looking? Was he even in the right place? As the questions continued to mount, he knew he had to ask himself an important question: Would she remember him?
As the old diner came into view, so did his recollection of the late nights he had spent there as a teenager. After a late night out, they would all come here to the diner, and exchange drunken stories about their thoughts, ambitions, and love of a simple life. He met her there for the first time. It was their sophomore year, and he had just arrived after a homecoming victory. Everyone cheered as he and his team mates walked in. The positive energy of celebration filled the diner as customers and waiters congratulated the team on their victory. After the praise had subdued, he began to look around the restaurant. It was then that they landed amongst the gaze of the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen. He knew instantly, from the glow of her blue eyes, her light, smooth skin, and long, blonde hair, that he wanted to meet her. Her perfection was only completed by her outfit; a blue plaid button down and a pair of blue jeans and a pair of boots that only a cowgirl would wear. The next 2 years were spent curled up in a blanket in the bed of his truck on Saturday nights; staring at the stars in the middle of the field and talking about anything that came to mind. They would talk until the stars faded and the sun began to peak over the corn fields. To him that was love; and as he got out of the truck and approached the front door, he took a deep breath, and braced his heart for the Deja Vu that was about to become him.
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