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Flashback to 15 years ago, I dated this check who was the love of my life (at the time). I wanted to marry this girl because she meant everything to me. I saved and saved. But, like most HS relationships, we started to drift apart and just couldn't get along for periods at a time. I was the reformed bad guy who wanted to quit drinking and smoking and she was the bookish good girl who started to walk on the wildside.
Eventually, we just split for a second time and figured that it would be for the best. Well, that and she caught me dating two other girls. I tried to win her back over the next year, but she wouldn't have anything of it. I spent most of that year trying to drink her away and forget my time with her, but I couldn't for a long long time. It was so bad that most of my friends left me at the time because I was soo depressive. She was gone forever and I would never see her again...
...until today, I see this chick (now 15 years older). It took some time working on figuring out where I saw her before, but then she smiled at her husband. I called out her name. She looked, squinted and smiled at me. We talked for a bit and got caught up with our individual lives over the last 15 years. My oldest, who couldn't care for this person, was dragging me away and I apologized and left. We smiled again at each other, shook hands, and said our goodbyes.
As I walked away, I was in a kind of a haze. I recall my friends laughing at my depressive attitude at this chick because they never saw anything decent in her. I recall all of the memories. Our first kiss. Our first date. Our last goodbye. I remembered it all. And out of it all, all I could think was...
"JESUS CHRIST! HAVE YOU BEEN EATING FRIED LARD FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS?!"
Eventually, we just split for a second time and figured that it would be for the best. Well, that and she caught me dating two other girls. I tried to win her back over the next year, but she wouldn't have anything of it. I spent most of that year trying to drink her away and forget my time with her, but I couldn't for a long long time. It was so bad that most of my friends left me at the time because I was soo depressive. She was gone forever and I would never see her again...
...until today, I see this chick (now 15 years older). It took some time working on figuring out where I saw her before, but then she smiled at her husband. I called out her name. She looked, squinted and smiled at me. We talked for a bit and got caught up with our individual lives over the last 15 years. My oldest, who couldn't care for this person, was dragging me away and I apologized and left. We smiled again at each other, shook hands, and said our goodbyes.
As I walked away, I was in a kind of a haze. I recall my friends laughing at my depressive attitude at this chick because they never saw anything decent in her. I recall all of the memories. Our first kiss. Our first date. Our last goodbye. I remembered it all. And out of it all, all I could think was...
"JESUS CHRIST! HAVE YOU BEEN EATING FRIED LARD FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS?!"
