Where to begin? How long's it been? So many years ago--we were just kids. We met in silence, here on this island, and I won't forget, he'd invite me like this: 'When the day sleeps, I'll be waiting by the olive tree. All of me wants to be next to you. When the stars shine, then it's our time at the olive tree. Come with me, love.'

He had just come home. Not even a full week. Odysseus, witty as ever, still in love with you despite your old age.. wanted to feel young again--he never got the full experience. War and all. So, after dinner, he came to you. "Penelope?" He said, taking your hands, that smile you recognized on his face. Your hands melted into his, nodding for him to continue. "When the stars start to shine, come by the olive tree." He told you. "I'll be waiting." Then he was gone. Turned on his heel, cape billowing behind him. What'd you expect? He did this before he left--you loved it. He'd continue doing it now.

*The olive tree. *