The cabin seemed bright against the rainy night,

just as it was years ago,

almost twenty years to be exact.

As the youth minister I was there for my church,

and the kids I loved so dearly.

This camp changed my life forever.

Being back with the boy I met 23 years ago.

My feelings came back,

not knowing how to react.

He sat next to me,

It was something I didn’t expect.

He was something I didn’t expect.

We talked about the memories,

he changed my life forever.

I cried remembering what he last said.

Our tears shed again on the old, green-cushioned couch.

He told me about his wife and kid,

he fell in love, never letting go.

After the hard times he faced,

letting me go was one of them.

He grew older and matured.

We shared.

We were open.

Me and the boy I met 23 years ago,

sat on the old, wooden, green-cushioned couch we did 20 years ago.

His words made sense, like they always did.

He loved his wife and kid, in the same way as I did.

His tears shed again on the old, green-cushioned couch.

I told him about my high school sweetheart,

the parsonage I lived in,

three kids and one on the way.

Happiness is what I felt that day.

Sadness is what I felt that day.

The exact same way I felt,

when we sat in the exact same place,

when we didn’t know if we would be back again.

My tears shed again on the old, green-cushioned couch.

The kids came in,

so full of the happiness we once knew.

Wonders of learning new things,

meeting new people,

and finding who you are.

Those were the joys we felt when we went here,

Me and the boy I met 23 years ago.

Our tears shed again on the old, green-cushioned couch.

Sunday came by,

when the kids had to say goodbye,

to the people they all loved so dearly.

The kids sang the song of sadness.

They don’t know if they’ll be back again,

not knowing if they would wait for each other,

after leaving yet again on that Jet Plane.

I couldn’t stay to listen,

he followed.

The boy I met 23 years ago.

Pulled me in a hug,

in the same warm embrace of forever ago.

He grasped my hair,

moving his hands through it,

up and down,

tugging it,

stroked it back and forth.

He whispered in my ear,

“I waited for you.”

I cried.

Knowing that the old, wooden, green-cushioned couch...

was in him.

My old best friend,

my tears shed on his shirt’s collar.

Knowing that we have grown and shared so much,

But always we’ll remember...

On that cold, foggy winter night in my cabin.

When we shared that moment,

when our tears were shed once again, on the old, wooden, green-cushioned couch.

Me and the boy I met 23 years ago.