Necktie

The first time she tied a tie around my neck we were twelve. Well, maybe I was still eleven but she was twelve. She popped the collar on her dress shirt I was wearing, which was much too large for me, as she was already quite tall. She held the tie in both hands and swung it over my head as if it were a lasso, pulling me closer to her in the process. She tied a Windsor knot with a dimple, and slid it up to the collar. She pulled the collar down over the tie, which was red. Then she declared the knot perfect.

There are so many little vignettes like this one swirling around in my head right now. I am grateful that I still remember so many of these little scenes. However, sometimes I wish they would haunt me less.