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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 12/30/2017
Once upon a Dream
It was a still and beautifully warm magical summer evening ,with the heavens sparkling with stars, and the moment I saw her, I knew that I would love her for ever.
She was the prettiest girl in the world, 5’2 , slim, blonde, absolutely adorable and totally irresistible. I don’t know if there ever was a man who could resist her, but one thing was for sure, I wasn’t one of them, and in just a few short minutes, I had fallen madly in love in so many ways for the first time, and in so many ways for the last.
I was 19, and she was 18, and we first met at the local youth club, in a remote village, way out in the countryside. I had the advantage of owning an Austin Healy Sprite sports car that fortunately always went down well with the girls, and perhaps gave me a head start,. but anyway, it always cut a dash in all the right places. The youth club was a primary school close to the edge of village, and was attended on Wednesday evenings by about 50 girls and boys, including this exquisitively beautiful woman who was to become the love of my life.
It all started when leaving the youth club one evening and cramming quite a few people into the Sprite for a lift home. Most lived barely a mile or so away, but a ride in the Sprite was popular to say the least. Her name was Cathy, and she was one of the passengers enjoying a short distance ride back home in the car. It turned out Cathy was engaged to be married to a soldier, who had been drafted out to serve abroad for a term during the Sues crisis, and at that time I also had a steady girlfriend, who lived about 40 miles away that I would visit weekends. I had become good friends with Cathy’s brother, who was an excellent fellow, and along with a group of other friends, we had an evening trip planned to the busy seaside town, where there was at least a chance to meet lots of pretty girls on their summer holidays. For this dash I borrowed my dads Triumph Herald as the Sprite had only seats for two. By chance Cathy was at a loose end that evening and reaching her boredom threshold asked if she could join the party, Can you imagine you’re luck when a beautiful woman is asking if she can come along for an evening out. Never since have I been so fortunate !!.
It was that lovely warm magical summer evening when the stars were sparkling like jewels. The Triumph was bursting at the seams, well overloaded with 6 passengers in the 4 seater car, something that would be hard to get away with nowadays, but we were soon buzzing along the narrow country roads all decked out in our best gear, the conversation flowing with laughter and repartee. Cathy wore a turquoise blue Chinese style dress buttoned all the way up the front to the high collar, her lovely long loose blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she looked absolutely stunning. You could be forgiven for thinking I had been blinded by this vision, but to go with those film star looks, was this lovely disposition and a sharp amusing wit. Pretty she certainly was, and by itself would have made a very attractive woman, but this wonderful bubbly warm personality, and radiant presence made her oh so cute, and so absolutely captivating. She was also painfully shy which even added to her charms
My long time friend had muscled in on the party. He was handsome, brash, and very successful with the ladies, nicknamed Romeo, for obvious reasons, his moral habits were those of a farmyard or perhaps that’s how he wanted them to be. He fancied any attractive woman, and in these circumstances saw an ideal opportunity for trying his luck. To think that this gorgeous woman could be contaminated by this unrefined bounder beggared belief but I was soon to learn Cathy was not going to play the part of Juliet. She was no easy prey, she was no dumb blonde, she had both integrity and moral values that were outside his area of understanding.. To his great disappointment, but to my relief, his amorous advances got him absolutely nowhere. Poor old Romeo. Arriving back home after a lovely evening Cathy gave me a peck on the cheek as a sort of thank you, when she got out of the car with her brother, and at that time this was about as close as I ever got to touching her. What a gorgeous creature Cathy was, and it seemed as if meeting her, clicked on emotions in me that I had never experienced before, just like a switch.
These outings were fun, I could not wait for the next trip and Cathy found them fun as well, and so it became a regular thing. I started to visit my long distance girlfriend less, and less, which she was not exactly happy about, but I had other things to distract me. Cathy was engaged so for me at least seemed unobtainable but it was always a real buzz when Cathy would come along on of our trips. One evening after we had dumped off Romeo with a virtual Harem of girls, and whilst her brother and friend were spending some time at the seafront bar with two local girls they had met in town, Cathy and I were now left alone together, sat in the Triumph listening to the radio, and waiting for their return. It was hard to believe that chance had dealt me the destiny to be stranded alone with this beautiful woman.
Those sparkling bright blue eyes, that gorgeous loose blonde hair, and a figure that would fit a violin case, painted a picture I could hardly take my gaze away from. We passed the time with some jovial idle banter that I hoped could go on forever. I was pulling out all the stops and when Cathy was laughing hysterically at one of my puny jokes, she suddenly leaned over, put her hand on my shoulder, and as her eyes met mine for a second, gave me a peck on the cheek. She was very close now, I could feel her breath, and the heat from her body, and fragrance as if she had been drenched in Channel. I looked closely into her exquisitely pretty face and as I did so the grip on my shoulders became firmer, and as I dared to reach out to put my arms around her, she once again gave me a peck on the cheek and then followed this with a crushingly passionate kiss on the lips. To say this took me by surprise would be a masterpiece of understatement
My heart was virtually jumping out of my chest, my head was instantly swimming in the pure ecstasy of the moment that I could hardly believe what was happening. It was like I was dreaming, and in a way it seemed like I could have been as I tried to wake up from this unexpected affectionate treatment as now my arms were embracing this adorable woman, a prospect that seemed so impossible as to nearly frightened me to death. Her lovely body moved close to me into a wonderful warm embrace that seemed to go on for hours, but sadly lasted only a few short moments before being interrupted by a staccato knocking on the car window, signalling the rovers return.
Returning home now at a late hour, Cathy would give me the usual peck on the cheek before disappearing inside with a cheery wave. Cathy had high standards in public. The evening for me had been so euphoric, that my endorphin showered brain felt as if it could fly over mountains, and simply just jump over trees. Cathy told me that by now she could not help caring more about me than her distant fiancee and you already know what my thought are on the subject. Our trips continued, and our romance spiralled into whirlwind proportions that gave a feeling as if I had been intoxicated by all manor of mind expanding drugs for the duration and I became more than the man I was. I was on top of the world.. Cathy and I were inseparable, and any time I spent away left me yearning for the moment I would see her again. She went everywhere with me, and we made mad passionate love, just about anywhere and everywhere. The summer came and went, and at Christmas the snow was feet deep, it was the most magical Christmas ever in a white winter wonderland with Cathy looking stunning in her red fur collard coat with snowflakes melting in her lovely blonde hair.
The next year and a half would add up to a romantic novel just by itself, so to cut a long story short, enough to say life for the two of us was like living in Cloud Cuckoo Land.
I though this romantic bliss would go on forever, but unfortunately life is not so simple. Life is actually far too messy and complicated for it to be anything like simple. I don’t know how long infatuation lasts, or what the triggers are for human attraction, and I don’t even know how I came to loose the love of this wonderful woman, but like a fool I did. The reasons I can only ponder over, and perhaps romantic bliss at this intensity is hard to maintain. Maybe my foolish immaturity ,happy go lucky outlook, and crazy lifestyle had sparked the gradual decline of our relationship, and had allowed unwanted cracks in my personality to show. Who knows?
Just as quickly as our relationship started, the end came all so suddenly, However it came about, I could painfully sense that at this time Cathy’s love for me was fading, and this only heightened the anxiety and terrible feeling of insecurity. it felt like I was clinging by my fingertips to a wet slippery ledge half way up a crumbling vertical rock face
When you’re affections are centred around a beautiful woman you would be a fool to think you were the only person to notice and her soldier ex fiancée had never given up hope of a reconciliation, and I could hardly blame him for that. To keep such faith would have taken a lot of resolve. I found he had continued writing even though his letters were never answered. So his one track mind, was more sort of monorail. Clearly his affection for Cathy like mine, was no ordinary thing and I understood perfectly.
It was the same balmy warm still summer night when I arrived to find Cathy in the arms of her ex fiancée who had just returned unexpectedly to collect his belongings. I knew at that very moment what it was like to have a broken heart. To see Cathy with another man , was the caused of the most unbearable sadness. I could hardly stand the pain of loosing her and this sapped my energy and happiness to the point where my state of mind would have been better served had I never met her. The heartbreak I had never known before would just never go away. I longed to visit and hold her in my arms but I never did. I never went to meet Cathy ever again and I missed her so much, that this was such a bitter pill to swallow. How I yearned to re-live those precious moments in that land of never, and those happy highways I had travelled before but could go there no more. I had lost the girl my heart could hardly afford to loose and longing for that magical land of never was to no avail, the map was missing, and the land of never for me was out of bounds forever, and to live a lifetime without the woman I loved would be my punishment.
I painfully assumed that was that, but Cathy had not forgotten me and although quite some time passed by she began to make several attempts to get in contact.. Maybe she was missing me also. It may be wishful thinking but it was warmly comforting to know she still had a place in her heart for me as I knew I would always have for her.
Resisting her wasn’t easy and in hindsight it must have been foolish of me to do that. I don’t know how serious she felt about this especially with the return of her soldier ex fiancé and I could not get the picture of them together out of my mind. Maybe I just didn’t want to live in a fools paradise. I stubbornly sent back all the pictures she had given me, all signed with love reminding me of how things used to be. She had requested I do that.. I don’t know why. The very last message to me was simply (I will never marry) so make of that what you will. I was too badly hurt to respond favourably to anything. So the girl who I could never afford to loose and had brought me the most euphoric happiness, was now the cause of my deepest despair.
The person I had spent so much of my time with was now missing from my life and that still hurt more than anything.. I had to come to term with the misery this was causing me, and as you already know I did not even have her pictures to weep over.
I rarely saw Cathy anywhere after that, she had moved away. I never went looking for her, I did what I could to forget. I never even bumped into her except on one solitary evening at a town hall dance, where she was dancing with a group of girls from her works outing. Amongst a crowd she instantly stood out like a picture of consummate perfection. The shadows of the past soon came slowly creeping as appropriately the strains of Fats Domino’s (I found my thrill on Blueberry hill) filled the hall. The words only filled me with sadness. Cathy being so close now had a profound effect in a powerful way. It would have been an ideal opportunity walk over with a few friendly words, and tell her I would always love her. I cant figure why I was having a problem with that, after all, how could two people that had been so close, be so far apart as to be like passing strangers, but many things we do, seemingly insignificant at the time, can have a dramatic effect on the future, in the mystery of the unwinding of time, and I never did walk over to stand next to Cathy. You see my friends were fooling about in an unrestricted way, unburdened by the emotions that were like a millstone round my neck. A pretty young lady who they had been drooling was sitting at the side of the hall enjoying the evening with a number of her friends. She had already refuse to dance with a couple of them including Romeo, and as chance had me next in line they expected me to go the same way. My spirits were at an all time low so it was not looking like a favourable prospect. This pretty lady looked like she could eat you alive but I had nothing to loose and for just a moment it would take there was no point backing down. I gulped as I took on the challenge, engaging the best mood I could manage, loaded my best chat up lines, and walked over with fake confidence whilst they watched closely waiting to laugh at my downfall Things did not go that way however, much to my surprise my attentions were received with a warm approving smile, her brown eyes lit up, as she casually pushed her long black hair away from her pretty face, and whispered in my ear “what took you so long“.
Her name was Sandra, she revived my sombre mood and latched on to me like a limpet mine onto a battleship. At closing time I retrieved her coat from the check out and left the hall to escort her home. As I walked alongside Sandra my thoughts soon returned to Cathy I was leaving behind at the Hall ironically for the last time I would ever see her. In had I lost my one moment in time when both of us would be together in the same place for the very last time.
Sandra was a beautiful woman in her own right with striking long jet black hair and with the tanned looks of a Spanish Senorita she was admired everywhere. But beauty is only skin deep and though Sandra was very sweet and loveable and maybe the object of many a mans dreams she was no Cathy, and the time I spent with Sandra over the coming months only made me aware of what I had lost and how impossible it would be to replace the person Cathy was. So when I dreamt she was the person I still dreamt about. When I slept its was her I imagine waking up next to, She was never far from my thoughts but now my dream lover could only be just a dream. That unique mystical something she possessed I never found again, and anyway to combine that radiant presence with those perfect dimensions would be impossible anyway, so even if you had given me the choice of all the woman in all the world I would still have chosen her.
Time turns out to be great healer and it is. It can move mountains and fix just about any emotional illness. We all have out golden moments but they always leave a stain in the fabric of time. Very few could be blessed with the spark of charisma, that would reminded me so much of Cathy . But the past is not the best way to the future and my wife has no similarity at all to Cathy apart from being 5’2” and blonde. But lovely as she is, she is not even a natural blonde.
The shadows of the past never really faded away and remain imprinted on me to this day. However as the poet said “ Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” and I know that he knew that to be true. .
Somehow I knew I would never meet this enchanting woman ever again. Something’s are just not meant to be and even though she had moved many miles away It seemed almost as if she had disappeared of the face of the planet
I sometimes cant help wondering where Cathy is now, They say you should never see your teenage sweetheart when she is older, and it seems at least I have been spared the risk of that. She may not look quite so beautiful today and may not even be the same person, but in my minds eye I will always see her as she used to be. Would I be able to recognize her now after all this time? I wonder. Could I even have brushed her arm and walked past her in a crowd without ever knowing? I would hardly think so, Would my heart still fall at her feet? I don’t know, but as time goes there can be echoes from the past that can still bring a picture of her into the forefront of my mind., just the silly little things we used to do bring memories flooding back for a moment like it was just yesterday. Ah yesterday, when all my troubles were so far away.
Once upon a dream(John Jordan)
Once upon a Dream
It was a still and beautifully warm magical summer evening ,with the heavens sparkling with stars, and the moment I saw her, I knew that I would love her for ever.
She was the prettiest girl in the world, 5’2 , slim, blonde, absolutely adorable and totally irresistible. I don’t know if there ever was a man who could resist her, but one thing was for sure, I wasn’t one of them, and in just a few short minutes, I had fallen madly in love in so many ways for the first time, and in so many ways for the last.
I was 19, and she was 18, and we first met at the local youth club, in a remote village, way out in the countryside. I had the advantage of owning an Austin Healy Sprite sports car that fortunately always went down well with the girls, and perhaps gave me a head start,. but anyway, it always cut a dash in all the right places. The youth club was a primary school close to the edge of village, and was attended on Wednesday evenings by about 50 girls and boys, including this exquisitively beautiful woman who was to become the love of my life.
It all started when leaving the youth club one evening and cramming quite a few people into the Sprite for a lift home. Most lived barely a mile or so away, but a ride in the Sprite was popular to say the least. Her name was Cathy, and she was one of the passengers enjoying a short distance ride back home in the car. It turned out Cathy was engaged to be married to a soldier, who had been drafted out to serve abroad for a term during the Sues crisis, and at that time I also had a steady girlfriend, who lived about 40 miles away that I would visit weekends. I had become good friends with Cathy’s brother, who was an excellent fellow, and along with a group of other friends, we had an evening trip planned to the busy seaside town, where there was at least a chance to meet lots of pretty girls on their summer holidays. For this dash I borrowed my dads Triumph Herald as the Sprite had only seats for two. By chance Cathy was at a loose end that evening and reaching her boredom threshold asked if she could join the party, Can you imagine you’re luck when a beautiful woman is asking if she can come along for an evening out. Never since have I been so fortunate !!.
It was that lovely warm magical summer evening when the stars were sparkling like jewels. The Triumph was bursting at the seams, well overloaded with 6 passengers in the 4 seater car, something that would be hard to get away with nowadays, but we were soon buzzing along the narrow country roads all decked out in our best gear, the conversation flowing with laughter and repartee. Cathy wore a turquoise blue Chinese style dress buttoned all the way up the front to the high collar, her lovely long loose blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she looked absolutely stunning. You could be forgiven for thinking I had been blinded by this vision, but to go with those film star looks, was this lovely disposition and a sharp amusing wit. Pretty she certainly was, and by itself would have made a very attractive woman, but this wonderful bubbly warm personality, and radiant presence made her oh so cute, and so absolutely captivating. She was also painfully shy which even added to her charms
My long time friend had muscled in on the party. He was handsome, brash, and very successful with the ladies, nicknamed Romeo, for obvious reasons, his moral habits were those of a farmyard or perhaps that’s how he wanted them to be. He fancied any attractive woman, and in these circumstances saw an ideal opportunity for trying his luck. To think that this gorgeous woman could be contaminated by this unrefined bounder beggared belief but I was soon to learn Cathy was not going to play the part of Juliet. She was no easy prey, she was no dumb blonde, she had both integrity and moral values that were outside his area of understanding.. To his great disappointment, but to my relief, his amorous advances got him absolutely nowhere. Poor old Romeo. Arriving back home after a lovely evening Cathy gave me a peck on the cheek as a sort of thank you, when she got out of the car with her brother, and at that time this was about as close as I ever got to touching her. What a gorgeous creature Cathy was, and it seemed as if meeting her, clicked on emotions in me that I had never experienced before, just like a switch.
These outings were fun, I could not wait for the next trip and Cathy found them fun as well, and so it became a regular thing. I started to visit my long distance girlfriend less, and less, which she was not exactly happy about, but I had other things to distract me. Cathy was engaged so for me at least seemed unobtainable but it was always a real buzz when Cathy would come along on of our trips. One evening after we had dumped off Romeo with a virtual Harem of girls, and whilst her brother and friend were spending some time at the seafront bar with two local girls they had met in town, Cathy and I were now left alone together, sat in the Triumph listening to the radio, and waiting for their return. It was hard to believe that chance had dealt me the destiny to be stranded alone with this beautiful woman.
Those sparkling bright blue eyes, that gorgeous loose blonde hair, and a figure that would fit a violin case, painted a picture I could hardly take my gaze away from. We passed the time with some jovial idle banter that I hoped could go on forever. I was pulling out all the stops and when Cathy was laughing hysterically at one of my puny jokes, she suddenly leaned over, put her hand on my shoulder, and as her eyes met mine for a second, gave me a peck on the cheek. She was very close now, I could feel her breath, and the heat from her body, and fragrance as if she had been drenched in Channel. I looked closely into her exquisitely pretty face and as I did so the grip on my shoulders became firmer, and as I dared to reach out to put my arms around her, she once again gave me a peck on the cheek and then followed this with a crushingly passionate kiss on the lips. To say this took me by surprise would be a masterpiece of understatement
My heart was virtually jumping out of my chest, my head was instantly swimming in the pure ecstasy of the moment that I could hardly believe what was happening. It was like I was dreaming, and in a way it seemed like I could have been as I tried to wake up from this unexpected affectionate treatment as now my arms were embracing this adorable woman, a prospect that seemed so impossible as to nearly frightened me to death. Her lovely body moved close to me into a wonderful warm embrace that seemed to go on for hours, but sadly lasted only a few short moments before being interrupted by a staccato knocking on the car window, signalling the rovers return.
Returning home now at a late hour, Cathy would give me the usual peck on the cheek before disappearing inside with a cheery wave. Cathy had high standards in public. The evening for me had been so euphoric, that my endorphin showered brain felt as if it could fly over mountains, and simply just jump over trees. Cathy told me that by now she could not help caring more about me than her distant fiancee and you already know what my thought are on the subject. Our trips continued, and our romance spiralled into whirlwind proportions that gave a feeling as if I had been intoxicated by all manor of mind expanding drugs for the duration and I became more than the man I was. I was on top of the world.. Cathy and I were inseparable, and any time I spent away left me yearning for the moment I would see her again. She went everywhere with me, and we made mad passionate love, just about anywhere and everywhere. The summer came and went, and at Christmas the snow was feet deep, it was the most magical Christmas ever in a white winter wonderland with Cathy looking stunning in her red fur collard coat with snowflakes melting in her lovely blonde hair.
The next year and a half would add up to a romantic novel just by itself, so to cut a long story short, enough to say life for the two of us was like living in Cloud Cuckoo Land.
I though this romantic bliss would go on forever, but unfortunately life is not so simple. Life is actually far too messy and complicated for it to be anything like simple. I don’t know how long infatuation lasts, or what the triggers are for human attraction, and I don’t even know how I came to loose the love of this wonderful woman, but like a fool I did. The reasons I can only ponder over, and perhaps romantic bliss at this intensity is hard to maintain. Maybe my foolish immaturity ,happy go lucky outlook, and crazy lifestyle had sparked the gradual decline of our relationship, and had allowed unwanted cracks in my personality to show. Who knows?
Just as quickly as our relationship started, the end came all so suddenly, However it came about, I could painfully sense that at this time Cathy’s love for me was fading, and this only heightened the anxiety and terrible feeling of insecurity. it felt like I was clinging by my fingertips to a wet slippery ledge half way up a crumbling vertical rock face
When you’re affections are centred around a beautiful woman you would be a fool to think you were the only person to notice and her soldier ex fiancée had never given up hope of a reconciliation, and I could hardly blame him for that. To keep such faith would have taken a lot of resolve. I found he had continued writing even though his letters were never answered. So his one track mind, was more sort of monorail. Clearly his affection for Cathy like mine, was no ordinary thing and I understood perfectly.
It was the same balmy warm still summer night when I arrived to find Cathy in the arms of her ex fiancée who had just returned unexpectedly to collect his belongings. I knew at that very moment what it was like to have a broken heart. To see Cathy with another man , was the caused of the most unbearable sadness. I could hardly stand the pain of loosing her and this sapped my energy and happiness to the point where my state of mind would have been better served had I never met her. The heartbreak I had never known before would just never go away. I longed to visit and hold her in my arms but I never did. I never went to meet Cathy ever again and I missed her so much, that this was such a bitter pill to swallow. How I yearned to re-live those precious moments in that land of never, and those happy highways I had travelled before but could go there no more. I had lost the girl my heart could hardly afford to loose and longing for that magical land of never was to no avail, the map was missing, and the land of never for me was out of bounds forever, and to live a lifetime without the woman I loved would be my punishment.
I painfully assumed that was that, but Cathy had not forgotten me and although quite some time passed by she began to make several attempts to get in contact.. Maybe she was missing me also. It may be wishful thinking but it was warmly comforting to know she still had a place in her heart for me as I knew I would always have for her.
Resisting her wasn’t easy and in hindsight it must have been foolish of me to do that. I don’t know how serious she felt about this especially with the return of her soldier ex fiancé and I could not get the picture of them together out of my mind. Maybe I just didn’t want to live in a fools paradise. I stubbornly sent back all the pictures she had given me, all signed with love reminding me of how things used to be. She had requested I do that.. I don’t know why. The very last message to me was simply (I will never marry) so make of that what you will. I was too badly hurt to respond favourably to anything. So the girl who I could never afford to loose and had brought me the most euphoric happiness, was now the cause of my deepest despair.
The person I had spent so much of my time with was now missing from my life and that still hurt more than anything.. I had to come to term with the misery this was causing me, and as you already know I did not even have her pictures to weep over.
I rarely saw Cathy anywhere after that, she had moved away. I never went looking for her, I did what I could to forget. I never even bumped into her except on one solitary evening at a town hall dance, where she was dancing with a group of girls from her works outing. Amongst a crowd she instantly stood out like a picture of consummate perfection. The shadows of the past soon came slowly creeping as appropriately the strains of Fats Domino’s (I found my thrill on Blueberry hill) filled the hall. The words only filled me with sadness. Cathy being so close now had a profound effect in a powerful way. It would have been an ideal opportunity walk over with a few friendly words, and tell her I would always love her. I cant figure why I was having a problem with that, after all, how could two people that had been so close, be so far apart as to be like passing strangers, but many things we do, seemingly insignificant at the time, can have a dramatic effect on the future, in the mystery of the unwinding of time, and I never did walk over to stand next to Cathy. You see my friends were fooling about in an unrestricted way, unburdened by the emotions that were like a millstone round my neck. A pretty young lady who they had been drooling was sitting at the side of the hall enjoying the evening with a number of her friends. She had already refuse to dance with a couple of them including Romeo, and as chance had me next in line they expected me to go the same way. My spirits were at an all time low so it was not looking like a favourable prospect. This pretty lady looked like she could eat you alive but I had nothing to loose and for just a moment it would take there was no point backing down. I gulped as I took on the challenge, engaging the best mood I could manage, loaded my best chat up lines, and walked over with fake confidence whilst they watched closely waiting to laugh at my downfall Things did not go that way however, much to my surprise my attentions were received with a warm approving smile, her brown eyes lit up, as she casually pushed her long black hair away from her pretty face, and whispered in my ear “what took you so long“.
Her name was Sandra, she revived my sombre mood and latched on to me like a limpet mine onto a battleship. At closing time I retrieved her coat from the check out and left the hall to escort her home. As I walked alongside Sandra my thoughts soon returned to Cathy I was leaving behind at the Hall ironically for the last time I would ever see her. In had I lost my one moment in time when both of us would be together in the same place for the very last time.
Sandra was a beautiful woman in her own right with striking long jet black hair and with the tanned looks of a Spanish Senorita she was admired everywhere. But beauty is only skin deep and though Sandra was very sweet and loveable and maybe the object of many a mans dreams she was no Cathy, and the time I spent with Sandra over the coming months only made me aware of what I had lost and how impossible it would be to replace the person Cathy was. So when I dreamt she was the person I still dreamt about. When I slept its was her I imagine waking up next to, She was never far from my thoughts but now my dream lover could only be just a dream. That unique mystical something she possessed I never found again, and anyway to combine that radiant presence with those perfect dimensions would be impossible anyway, so even if you had given me the choice of all the woman in all the world I would still have chosen her.
Time turns out to be great healer and it is. It can move mountains and fix just about any emotional illness. We all have out golden moments but they always leave a stain in the fabric of time. Very few could be blessed with the spark of charisma, that would reminded me so much of Cathy . But the past is not the best way to the future and my wife has no similarity at all to Cathy apart from being 5’2” and blonde. But lovely as she is, she is not even a natural blonde.
The shadows of the past never really faded away and remain imprinted on me to this day. However as the poet said “ Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” and I know that he knew that to be true. .
Somehow I knew I would never meet this enchanting woman ever again. Something’s are just not meant to be and even though she had moved many miles away It seemed almost as if she had disappeared of the face of the planet
I sometimes cant help wondering where Cathy is now, They say you should never see your teenage sweetheart when she is older, and it seems at least I have been spared the risk of that. She may not look quite so beautiful today and may not even be the same person, but in my minds eye I will always see her as she used to be. Would I be able to recognize her now after all this time? I wonder. Could I even have brushed her arm and walked past her in a crowd without ever knowing? I would hardly think so, Would my heart still fall at her feet? I don’t know, but as time goes there can be echoes from the past that can still bring a picture of her into the forefront of my mind., just the silly little things we used to do bring memories flooding back for a moment like it was just yesterday. Ah yesterday, when all my troubles were so far away.
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