One hundred and ninety-two seconds apart

Prolouge

I fell in love when I was born.

Or more specifically, when you were born, only three minutes and twelve seconds after me. The one hundred and ninety-two second gap ended up making the difference between being a fall child and a winter child, you being the latter.

We were born in the same room, separated only by a drape that did nothing to drown out the screams of our mothers. It\\\'s pretty funny really, especially considering that you were an early child and me a late one. If it hadn\\\'t been for that, our birthdays probably would\\\'ve been more far apart, and our fated meeting more delayed if ever happening at all.

I guess that you could say that it\\\'s pretty bold of me to say that that\\\'s when I fell in love with you, especially considering that I didn\\\'t really know what love was at the time, or anything else for that matter.

But I know now that I have been in love with you since you\\\'ve born, even if I try to deny it at times. It\\\'s almost as though the moment that you came into creation, someone decided to tie the two of together somehow. Given our age, I can\\\'t really say much else about that moment.

We were both removed only a few minutes after being born, something about monitoring out situation, you know, me being late and you early.

I imagine how tired our parents must\\\'ve been, but still anxious at that point that their children were still not completely out of danger. Our parents met that night and ended up sharing their misery with each other, finding hope and comfort in the others words.

I was released only three days later, but it took you about another week. I remember the baby pictures of you. You looked like an alien, only smaller. You looked so small and fragile, but then again, that\\\'s still you today right.

We\\\'ve been together since we were born, the moment that I inevitably fell in love with you. I was born one hundred ninety-two seconds before you, making me that much older and I would never let you forget it. I would grow up to tease you about that small gap. When you really think about it, those one hundred ninety-two seconds made the difference between hours, days, seasons…lifetimes.

3…2…1…

It\\\'s now my birthday, yours is technically tomorrow, next season. I\\\'m looking at you right in the eye now, and even through we\\\'re probably only a few feet apart, the distance between us seems greater then it has ever been

Your voice speaks and you tell me.

"Happy birthday"

I wonder if you\\\'re still mad at me for making fun of you.

I\\\'m sorry. I love you.

Sorry to put this here.

Yeah, I know, crappy eh? But, I\\\'ll see what I can do to make it better. Feedback is necessary for that to happen though so it\\\'s much appreciated. As for my other stories, I\\\'m not really sure at the moment. I\\\'m just riding on waves right now. But yeah, please review and tell me what you think.