I would love to say I knew then what I know now, but that would be a lie.

Sure she was young when I met her,
but soon we had to part.
I moved away from the old neighborhood.
It wasn't until years later that I would see he again. It was at a college party.
She hadn't changed a bit. She remembered me and we picked up where we left off. We said our hellos and later, our good-byes. I knew I had to see her again. So I called her.

I told her I wanted.....no needed to see her again. She seemed o.k. with the idea.

So a date it was. One turned to 2, 2 into 4, and before we knew it, we were in love.

Things were great for a long time. But then she became distant.

She lost interest in where our lives were going.

She became a different person.

We stopped talking and began to argue all the time.

Finally, she packed her things.

She said the pain was too much.

I said I still loved her and she reached for me.

But no matter how much we still cared or felt, I knew her career would always come first.

The End.
3 comments:
Excellent tribute!
She's gonna love this!
Gwen is the undisputed blogger Queen in my world.
Your Miss Orie is quite a gal! I can see why you still pine for her as I find myself also drawn to her. Do you ever think you'll get back together? I bet she loves you as much you love her, but knows it's best if she keeps her distance. Unrequited love and all that sot.
[Great detective work, SOAT! Not everyone is willing to spend so much time in my "archives", if you know what I mean. ;)]
Well done. Don't ever try anything like this with my photos. I think we'd all like to see some kind of a story done with some of Zibbs photos, was he always so mysterious?
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