Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Heather and me

Her name was Heather and she had that sweet country scent and a boisterous laugh and what's more she liked me.

She had freckles and squirmed when I touched them then tickled me to make me stop and then we would lay back in that grassy field and hold hands say we would love each other for ever watching the clouds skim by overhead.

It wasn't true of course because things always change although we never thought for one second they ever would but we both shifted house and schools as well and after the few letters we wrote even they stopped too.

I wanted to cry but I couldn't because I was a boy and that wasn't right but it still hurt so much inside.

That was years ago now then one day not so long ago I was working in a busy town when I saw her and she saw me too.

Heather was pushing a pram with a baby fast asleep inside and she nodded at me as I went over to say hello and then as I reached up to touch the freckles on her face she cried.

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  1. Well done! It brings up so much i want to say but don't have the words for.

  2. Oh, my goodness. There is nothing sweeter than a first love.

  3. amazing (how a word as simple as 'second' can be the trigger for such heartfelt stories)

  4. So sweet, and so sad. All that wasted possibility!

  5. A simple word, never first has inspired numerous stories today. This is a
    Special one .

  6. Living in the present, then in a see yourself in the past ...and what use to be. Lovely story.

  7. Old Egg you always tell such sweet and beautiful love stories!

  8. This is sweet and lovely. It is wonderful how we believe so strongly in love when it first happens for us!