Friday, 19 October 2012

Response 1: My playground love

Sarah was my childhood love. I loved her even before I knew I did.  She was my neighbour and along with Paul my best friend we were thick as thieves, always playing together.   We even went to the School prom together. 
I left school and found my perfect job, down south, our bond drifted apart after finding new friends.  Leaving home was easy, it felt like I had grown up and matured as a person.  It didn’t even bother me when Paul called me to tell me that he had kissed Sarah on a night out.    
Now here I was standing in line waiting to meet and greet the Bride and Groom on their wedding day.
Do I hate myself for leaving?  Do I regret not fighting for her? I’d have done anything for Sarah to be happy and looking at her, she was the happiest girl in the universe. 

1 comment:

  1. Very bittersweet tale. He left and cannot blame Paul and Sarah but what if he'd stayed? The sort of feeling that may never go away. Good take on the queue theme.

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