I clearly remember the day I met Jenna Oakland – the clothes she was wearing, the lyrics of the of the song I was listening to when she walked through the door. The little details which usually escape from memory over time are still etched on the back of my eyelids, on my skin, on my very soul. I sometimes see them when I close my eyes. And it's a comfort, to know they are still there, with me.
This is a love story – our love story.