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chrisfel eliza

I don't think I think enough.
Sunday, September 02, 2012
When I was sixteen, a man fell in love with me.

He was so in love that he wanted to marry me when I turned seventeen. 

Of course I said no.
(I must have told him he was crazy.)

 And I never spoke to him again, ever.
(His cousin and I went to the same school.)



The end.




 
(click on the photo if you find yourself squinting here)


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It is a funny thing sometimes, to look back. Or to come across things you do not wish to come across. Because now, I wonder about things such as, how is he? Or did he really go into priesthood as he vowed he would if I had declined him? If I remember correctly, he was ten (eleven? twelve?) years older. First man I ever really "broke". First, because all those that came after him, I broke just the same.

This is was a secret.

Do you revel in such a revelation? I hold many secrets. Perhaps it is time I unravel each one, slowly. Eventually. When the time is right. (When I've forgotten and an artifact from such a secret finds its way back into my hands.) Perhaps.

chrisfel at 03:30