I have a similar regret. Her name was Julie Smith. Started "going steady" in 6th grade, but, ended badly as a stuffed animal (collie dog) I'd given her, I demanded she return after I broke up with her. She wouldn't give it back and rumor had it she'd written on the bottom:::"This is as phony as you are, Dale." We'd see each in the hallways of Junior High School thereafter, but, we never spoke. Our eyes would meet, but, the words would not come. In high school she ended up in one of my classes and sat to my left, one down. By this time I'd started my relationship with Katie and she'd walk me to this class each day. Julie would always watch us kiss goodbye, then I'd enter the classroom and take my seat. She'd never take her eyes from mine as I moved to my seat and a couple time there were tears there. It was a terrible 9 months as I sat there feeling this girl's eyes bearing into my soul. Sometimes I'd have occasion to turn in my seat. Every time, every single time she was there, watching me with those blue eyes and delicate features, like a Porcelain Doll.
Sometimes when I go back I drive past her childhood home. Ironically it is the exact same two story model that Girl grew up in.
What was your girl's name, Rob? What is the story?

whatever you say rapist.
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