On this day, October 5th, eleven years ago I met you, my first and only love. I was wearing white sneakers and a black denim jacket, I had my backpack strapped to my back as I walked through the station. I got on the escalator and as I ascended I watched you descend on the opposite side, you were wearing all black and it was only your face that brightened your look. We looked at each other as we passed and then a few more times as we each turned back to catch another glance, then you were gone and I was on my way to work. As I sat at my desk, reluctantly completing the requirements of my job, I thought about you and the warmth you  made me feel when I passed you by. For a moment I considered finding you, but how would I even go about it? I had no time to be chasing down some girl, I had school and university applications to think about. I thought about it again as I left school that evening, feeling sucky that I couldn’t chase after you. 

Everyday for ten years straight, as I rode the escalator down at Don Mills station, I thought about you, until October 5th 2031 came and I saw you again. This time you were standing on the platform and as the train rushed into the station you put your hand out towards me. I immediately grabbed it, making sure to not let this connection pass me by and it was as if it was that same day a ten years ago. You were wearing all black, just the same and your face was just as bright. We ran out of the station and into the street. I had no idea where you were taking me, but as the wind brushed against my face while I ran with my hand in yours, I felt as though I was flying and when we finally stopped we were in a field. We laid on the grass in a bed of dead leaves and gazed into each other’s eyes. Even in the brisk fall air, around you I felt warm. Then you smiled at me and said, “I have thought about you everyday since that day we met. You are the one.” I had no doubt in my mind that you were right. I could feel the connection we had as we stared into each other’s eyes, you grabbed my hand once again and it was like we had known each other our entire life. I told you that I loved you and that I would follow you anywhere, you returned my acclamation of love and we continued to lie on the ground palm to palm, we looked to the grey sky as it turned to black and was filled with stars. Then we stood up and we suddenly weren’t alone anymore, you introduced me to your sisters who had joined us in the field. 

Ten years ago today I married my first love, in the field, in the dark of night. You explained to me, “In my culture we marry a bit differently, we take our partner and hold both hands, then we come face to face, up close until our heads, nose and mouth touch and together we say ‘connect with me’ then like that we are bonded for life. I would like to connect with you, I would like to have you forever.” And I agreed, because ten years ago today, I thought I was mating with my partner for life and I did. Today marks the anniversary of the day we connected. Her sisters stood in a circle and chanted ancient latin words as I connected with my first and only love. Today marks the day I heard my last words through my mortal ears as you ended the ceremony with a promise, “And now my lover, I give you to thee, my goddess Hecate. And we shall never live apart, as you will live within me forever and feed mine and my sisters immortality.” 

Today marks the day my first and only love took my soul and burnt my body as a sacrifice to gain eternal life. Today marks the day I reconnected with a missed connection who later took my life. Today is the anniversary of our everlasting love connection, may my sacrifice bring you and your coven never ending life.