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Love, Always
The rattle of the train’s wheels jolts me awake from a light doze. Incomprehension of my surroundings has me staring with bleary eyes through the thick pane of glass, distant mountains and a lush, fertile view of the countryside meets my gaze. It takes me another second to finally
realize where I am and where I am heading.
Back to school.
Only it isn’t really that. I have been invited to attend the seventy-fifth anniversary reunion of my former high school. A place where memories, as fresh as wet paint, still run through my mind despite my desperate attempts, in the last five years, to forget them. I have avoided attending all previous class reunions, usually ripping up every cream-colored envelope when they come in the mail.
I can still remember my excitement during my senior year, my eagerness and anticipation as I arrived at the Grand Hall early that cold October morning. Enkidu and Fujisaki, my best friends back then, had come with me, and I was glad since I needed the support for what was to come.
I knew why I had attended, knew why I was slowly making the spiked punch bowl my friend as I watched and waited with my heart in my throat. Every time someone walked through those solid oak doors was a lesson in patience and frustration.
I would watch as old friends laughed and hugged each other in exuberance, as they spoke too loudly, laughed too hysterically, tried to show off their success as only young men could. I waited even when the speeches began, my glance darting towards the door every now and again, hoping he’d show up. And even when the festivities came to an end, I still foolishly held on to the hope that he’d come running in late. Perhaps flushed with embarrassment at not making it on time.
He never did.
realize where I am and where I am heading.
Back to school.
Only it isn’t really that. I have been invited to attend the seventy-fifth anniversary reunion of my former high school. A place where memories, as fresh as wet paint, still run through my mind despite my desperate attempts, in the last five years, to forget them. I have avoided attending all previous class reunions, usually ripping up every cream-colored envelope when they come in the mail.
I can still remember my excitement during my senior year, my eagerness and anticipation as I arrived at the Grand Hall early that cold October morning. Enkidu and Fujisaki, my best friends back then, had come with me, and I was glad since I needed the support for what was to come.
I knew why I had attended, knew why I was slowly making the spiked punch bowl my friend as I watched and waited with my heart in my throat. Every time someone walked through those solid oak doors was a lesson in patience and frustration.
I would watch as old friends laughed and hugged each other in exuberance, as they spoke too loudly, laughed too hysterically, tried to show off their success as only young men could. I waited even when the speeches began, my glance darting towards the door every now and again, hoping he’d show up. And even when the festivities came to an end, I still foolishly held on to the hope that he’d come running in late. Perhaps flushed with embarrassment at not making it on time.
He never did.
- GenresM M Romance
32 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2006
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September 25, 2012
1.5 star
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November 14, 2010
I don't know how to review this. As a reunion story, it was interesting. They've only been out of high school five years, and confronting the horrible Hunter has Daniel twisted up. The problem for me was, they kept alluding to all these terrible things Hunter did, how he broke Daniel's heart, yet the story never fills in the back story, so its hard to view Hunter as the bad guy of the past.
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