In The Park

8 Pages 2005 Words

ndifferent to my misery. Young couples in the thralls of first love, oblivious to the world around them, and happy television advertisement families play endlessly with mindless expressions of joy blanketing their sugar coated faces. I can make out a solitary figure in the distance moving in my direction. A sense of familiarity suddenly moves over me in crashing waves, and my heart leaps to my throat. Irrationally I find the thought of my first and only true love seeing me makes me freeze up.
I can see him moving closer now, drawing inevitably towards me.
My mind is racing. Will he see me? And if he does will he recognise me? Will he stop to talk?
I can now make out his distinguishable features as his long stride brings him closer.
His deep blue eyes which, have remained unchanged and unchangeable, but for the laughter lines surrounding them, are still windows to his strong but gentle soul. His features still portray the strength I had so admired in him, the strength that had made him my rock. The years have merely added distinction to his perfect features.
He is now less than fifty metres from where I sit, paralysed in my reverie.
Frozen, I advert my eyes wishing fervently for an escape. My heart is pounding and I am awash in a sea of memories.
I remember how much he believed in ...