Wednesday, September 26, 2007
3WW- He eagerly caught the smell of her perfume
This week's words are:
Towards the end of my senior year in high school, my best guy friend from the previous year came to visit the school one day. I have written before about him, in a thinly veiled fiction exercise.
It caught me by surprise the day he came to visit, and I was more than eager to meet him. I was on the second floor of our school when I saw him downstairs in front of the principal's office. I rushed down the stairs quickly and ran to him. He wrapped his arms around me and gave such a hug that I wanted to melt into it. As he hugged me, he whispered in my ear "you still smell the same. I missed your perfume." Or something like that.
I can't remember what happened after that. Maybe a group of us went out for lunch with him. Maybe we did not. In any case, that was the last I ever saw of him. This was someone I used to care about a lot, yet I sure made no effort to keep in touch with him once he left school. This, again, is the story of my life. I seem to have no trouble divesting myself of relationship ties and affections, especially at a distance. Absence does not make the heart grow fonder in my book. I am not celebrating or indicting this trait. It is what it is.