by Emily Spencer » Thu Feb 23, 2023 6:11 am
It had been many years since I last saw Anon, though I would be lying to say that he didn’t cross my mind from time to time. The years had been good to me, blessing me with a loving husband, two fine children, and a granddaughter that was the center of my world. Like everyone, however, there were times that ‘what ifs’ played havoc with me, mostly after having a row with my husband, Jack. How I miss him, and though he has been dead for going on 8 years now, sometimes it seems like yesterday.
It was quite by chance that our paths crossed again. At my daughter’s insistence, I had taken up a pottery class, because according to Alayna “a hobby would be good for you, Mother.” The gentleman seated next to me smiled, and we began to chat idly. Almost simultaneously, we caught that spark of recognition, and after class we went to get a coffee where we caught each other up on our lives since we had last seen each other.
The friendship between us blossomed, until one afternoon at our favorite coffee spot, he pulled a letter from his jacket and handed it to me. It was addressed to me, and written in a boyish hand from our high school days. In it, he confessed his love to me, and how he would always regret being too shy to tell me. We laughed rather awkwardly, and I admitted my feelings for him as well. When he stated that we had been ‘utter fools, the pair of us”, I couldn’t help but agree.
We agreed that we were far too old to rush into things headlong, but we were not adverse to see where this would lead. Time will tell, I suppose.
It had been many years since I last saw Anon, though I would be lying to say that he didn’t cross my mind from time to time. The years had been good to me, blessing me with a loving husband, two fine children, and a granddaughter that was the center of my world. Like everyone, however, there were times that ‘what ifs’ played havoc with me, mostly after having a row with my husband, Jack. How I miss him, and though he has been dead for going on 8 years now, sometimes it seems like yesterday.
It was quite by chance that our paths crossed again. At my daughter’s insistence, I had taken up a pottery class, because according to Alayna “a hobby would be good for you, Mother.” The gentleman seated next to me smiled, and we began to chat idly. Almost simultaneously, we caught that spark of recognition, and after class we went to get a coffee where we caught each other up on our lives since we had last seen each other.
The friendship between us blossomed, until one afternoon at our favorite coffee spot, he pulled a letter from his jacket and handed it to me. It was addressed to me, and written in a boyish hand from our high school days. In it, he confessed his love to me, and how he would always regret being too shy to tell me. We laughed rather awkwardly, and I admitted my feelings for him as well. When he stated that we had been ‘utter fools, the pair of us”, I couldn’t help but agree.
We agreed that we were far too old to rush into things headlong, but we were not adverse to see where this would lead. Time will tell, I suppose.