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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.

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    Omg that is so sad. Well written and evocative, nice one!

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    Horrorshow almost 5 years ago

    Thanks for the encouraging words, Drew! :-)

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    Brandon Sutton almost 5 years ago

    A tragic story. This is very good, and written even better!

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    Horrorshow almost 5 years ago

    I appreciate the generous feedback, Brandon. :-)

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    Julie almost 5 years ago

    Sad, but lovely.

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    Horrorshow almost 5 years ago

    Thank you for commenting, Julie. Glad you liked the drabble. :-)

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    Rose Markle almost 5 years ago

    I love this!

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    Horrorshow almost 5 years ago

    Thanks for reading and commenting, Rose. Delighted that you got something out of this one. :-)

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    Horrorshow almost 5 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 over 4 years ago

    Thank you, Francis. :-)

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