Robert
I return at dusk to that same place on that same day in March every year. The playing fields of my old school. Under the goal posts where Robert first kissed me. I heard that he left to go and study in Canada.
Even though he is many thousands of miles away, I imagine Robert meeting me again and holding me close. Telling me softly that everything would be alright. Whispering that no matter what, he’d always be there for me.
Even now, just a few short days before my wedding, I think about Robert instead of my future wife.
- Category: General / Misc
9 comments add one below
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Thanks for the encouraging words, Drew! :-)
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Brandon Sutton about 9 years ago
A tragic story. This is very good, and written even better!
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Horrorshow about 9 years ago
I appreciate the generous feedback, Brandon. :-)
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Julie about 9 years ago
Sad, but lovely.
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Horrorshow about 9 years ago
Thank you for commenting, Julie. Glad you liked the drabble. :-)
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Rose Markle about 9 years ago
I love this!
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Horrorshow about 9 years ago
Thanks for reading and commenting, Rose. Delighted that you got something out of this one. :-)
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Horrorshow about 9 years ago
I hoped when I wrote this that everyone could relate to it in some small way. Thanks for your feedback, Chloe; much appreciated. :-)
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Horrorshow almost 9 years ago
Thank you, Francis. :-)
