[ WP ] You are an immortal being who has been dating someone 's reincarnations for the past few centuries , hoping that they 'll eventually remember their first memories with you .

After she passes away, I never go looking for her until approximately twenty five years have drifted by. Although time and age does not suffice in explaining my age, a simple and blunt adjective is `` old''. I am old, around twenty centuries old to be exact but I have retained my twenty five year old youthful physique since the day I was cursed with immortality. Because of this, I let her path be guided by her parents and I allow time to let her develop some individuality. I never intervene while she matures, that is not my place. 
 
 I have been reluctant to fall into love since I gained immortality. Other than giving into my physical desires, relationship building was never something I sought after. That all I changed when I met her, the woman who shattered this notion that I, the man who never can die, was not worthy of love. Now, I spend my days searching for her after her rebirth from death. It has been twenty five years since she left my arms and now, she is a woman again in a different century and I can not wait to see her. 
 
 My footsteps gently imprint the snow as I walk through the park. I can feel my fingers fidgeting under the warmth of my wool gloves. My heart dances to the same nerves, fluttering while I walk the narrow sidewalk of the aged park. Not a single soul is in sight, just like the past five times I have found her. There is a sort of magic when we cross paths for the first time, an unexplained force that can always be felt. She never remembers it but I do. I never forget. 
 
 I approach my snow filled imprints, the marks picking up where I started. I see a cab pull up and stop directly in front of the park entrance. A young woman steps out of the car, adoring a vibrant red scarf and knee high boots, she stands and looks up at the snowflakes that fall from the silvery clouds above. I squint my eyes to focus and without delay, I notice her strawberry blonde hair flowing out of the thickly knitted bonnet that dresses her head. 
 
 My heart races and the familiar feeling in the air thickens when I start to walk in her direction. She looks down from the sky and our eyes lock together. I approach her foolishly, acting as if she may recognize me. Of course, she does not but still, she stands like she is waiting on me to say something. 
 
 `` Hello, beautiful snow, is n't it? ``, I nervously ask, an empty feeling in my stomach overwhelms me. 
 
 She gazes at me intently, her pupils bouncing around taking in every feature and angle of my face. 
 
 `` Yes, it is very beautiful. This park has been my favorite since I was a little girl. I like to walk it in the winter so I can enjoy it all to myself. Not many people go walking in the snow... obviously'', she says, her face slightly blushed from saying so much to someone she just met. 
 
 `` That is why I came here! This is my getaway and it holds a very special place in my heart. Let's just say that this park carries many fond memories. ``, I say, looking around the park, remembering the countless times we have walked it together in the years past. 
 
 The words flee from me when I try to continue the conversation. I gamble, hoping my mistake will not scare her off. 
 
 `` I hope this does not sound creepy, but would you want to walk it with me? I mean, I know it's creepy to even say I hope this does not sound creepy but I -- I do n't really know...'', I start to stutter, my face burning now from embarrassment. 
 
 She interrupts me and lets out a laugh that melts my insides, it sounds exactly like it should. Sweet and soft, and tapers off into a beautiful smile. The same way it has been for nearly five hundred years. 
 
 `` I would like that. You seem like a nice enough guy'', she says, her appearance noticeably relaxed. 
 
 She takes a few steps near me and we now stare at each other, nearly nose to nose. After a few seconds, her eyes widen and her jaw descends in disbelief. 
 
 `` You.. You are...'', she says, the words stumbling out of her mouth. 
 
 *Yes, please remember Sarah. Say my name and you will remember everything*, I think to myself, my heart thumping through my chest. 
 
 `` You are that guy from the Cheerios commercial! The one who sings the jingle! Are n't you!? ``, she yells in excitement, her finger pointing directly in my face, almost touching the tip of my nose. 
 
 I let out a heavy sigh and smack my hand to my forehead. 
 
 `` Oh, that guy! ``, I say back, acting like I have the slightest clue as to what she is talking about. `` No! But I get that all the time!'' 
 
 Her shoulders slump in disappointment, her giddy smile quickly fading. 
 
 `` Oh shucks, well you look just like him! ``, she says back. 
 
 We start to walk slowly, frequenting the same path we have fallen in love on so many times before. I must say, this was the first time in five hundred years I actually believed she might recognize me immediately. 
 
 Oh well, I guess there are worse things my face could have been associated with besides some jingle singing Cheerio's guy. 
 
 Per the usual routine, I will have to work at making her remember. 
 
 But it does not matter because I will love every second of it.
