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In The Park


I can make out a solitary figure in the distance moving in my direction. A sense of familiarity suddenly moves over me in crashing waves, and my heart leaps to my throat. Irrationally I find the thought of my first and only true love seeing me makes me freeze up.
             I can see him moving closer now, drawing inevitably towards me.
             My mind is racing. Will he see me? And if he does will he recognise me? Will he stop to talk?.
             I can now make out his distinguishable features as his long stride brings him closer.
             His deep blue eyes which, have remained unchanged and unchangeable, but for the laughter lines surrounding them, are still windows to his strong but gentle soul. His features still portray the strength I had so admired in him, the strength that had made him my rock. The years have merely added distinction to his perfect features. .
             He is now less than fifty metres from where I sit, paralysed in my reverie.
             Frozen, I advert my eyes wishing fervently for an escape. My heart is pounding and I am awash in a sea of memories.
             I remember how much he believed in me; how he always told me with such faith that I could do anything I set my hand to. And I find myself, once again, staring blankly at my still unanswered question; "How would my life have turned out if things had been different?".
             I can feel him almost on top of me now and I slowly raise my eyes to see if he has yet noticed me. As I lift my gaze, our eyes lock and a fire burns inside of me, searing at my heart. I am amazed by the depth of the pain; the sight of him causes me even after all these years. .
             He is so close now it seems I can smell him.
             ►I open my mouth to greet my lost love, but even as my lips begin to part in the once familiar mouthing of his name, he draws his eyes from me, closing my window to our past. And with his long purposeful stride he walks past me, leaving me numb, but filling me with pain as I had endured the day we had said goodbye so long ago.


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