You and I sat atop the meadow hill, the most open (and arguably most beautiful) place on the island. The sunset reflected in my eyes as I laid belly-down in the grass, my hand holding my chin up as you sat next to me. I had been recollecting on the times we shared, now located in the past. Our first meeting in elementary school, reintroducing ourselves after recognizing each other at the Able Sister’s store my sister and I ran, all those happy memories of the course of, what, 10-ish years?