The World of the Far Past

As me and Tara continued to observe the Camp Silverwater tower, I had another incident. I fainted, and by the time I regained consciousness, it was nighttime.

"Are you okay, Ricky?" Tara asked. "You had another one of those fainting spells."

I got up from the ground. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You've been out cold for a while," Tara said. "I was worried."

"Don't worry babe, I'm still here," I said to Tara as I hugged her. "I had another vision."

"What did you see this time?" Tara asked.

I explained to Tara about how I saw myself in a world of the far past.

"We were really young, and I saw you running. As you ran, I heard you telling me that you loved me," I said. "This must've been the world of the far past years before I moved to Willow Creek."

"Kind of like the past in where I came from based what that voice was telling us?" Tara replied.

"Yeah," I said. "The voice may've been right about when it said that we had already met before Willow Creek."

"This is getting so strange," Tara replied. "I wish I could just remember."

"Me too," I said. "It's all just a blur."

Me and Tara continued to stand on top of the hill. We were looking at the stars as we were thinking about all of this.

"If we really did meet before Willow Creek, I wonder how things were back then," I said.

"I wonder who asked first to be in the relationship?" Tara replied as she laughed.

"Well, of course, that would've been me!" I said with a smile across my face.

"Are you sure about that, Ricky!" Tara replied as she winked at me.

"Who the heck knows," I said. "I can't remember a damn thing!"

Me and Tara laughed.

If me and Tara really did meet before Willow Creek when we were young, what happened over these years? I've been pondering on this ever since the voice told us about it. Whenever I try to remember me and Tara of that day and age, all I get is blank thoughts. I just can't remember anything...