Friday, 10 September 2010
A Short Story About Lost Love
There is only one man I could ever say I truly loved. Sure, there have been others in the fifteen years since I lost Peter, but they’ve been pallid affairs I think my lack of enthusiasm showed and they saw no good reason to keep trying. Peter tried. What a fool I was to let him walk out of my life! But then, I was twenty-two, sure of myself, determined to do things my way and in my time. I thought there would be time for love and security later … and I left it too late. Peter got sick of waiting.