Were I to say that this was purely fiction -
t'would be a lie!
Oh - I did finally see her during my 30-day Leave, around Christmas of '60 - but my begging and pleading were to no avail.
About 23 years later, at my Uncle's funeral, I saw her - DAMN, she still looked good! An old Glow of an Ember STIRRED within! She was a neighbor to him - Small World, huh?
A Hug and a Kiss, and an Introduction to my WIFE was just a tad awkward. Especially after I realized that my Second Love could very well have been a --
CARBON COPY!
Did THEY Notice, I wonder?
Now, 48 years later, and Divorced - I occasionally cruise her neighborhood - hoping she's available, and FREE ALSO!
Oh my..this is wonderful writing and yes to your question sweetie just you and me(Giggles)have a wonderful and safe day...great big Hugssssss coming your way darlin....
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2008
So, was she alone at the funeral?
Why don't you just call her?
Love'd the poem...I bet she would too.
An intern architect at Ryan and Associates, Mateo Diaz has spent the last year learning his craft under the tutelage of partner Alex Ryan. Alex is the closest thing to family that Mateo has known since losing his own family years ago. But not even Al
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Why don't you just call her?
Love'd the poem...I bet she would too.
E