And Where Is She Now

How often do you wonder what happened to your first love. Sometimes I do it all the time. I wonder what she is doing, what kind of life she’s lead, has she had any children and how many. Did she ever marry the man of her dream, or is she still waiting for him to come along? The questions are without answers, as I really don’t know. My first love was Gillian Reid. I met her at a dance hall where she worked. I caught a glimpse of her the first night I went there from the corner of my eye. It was enough for me to fall madly in love with her. I slowly got to know as time passed by. We never went out together though I did try. However, I had fallen madly in love with her. Sadly, that love was never returned. She did however become a source of inspiration for many years to come. I wrote songs by the score, even my first novel was written for her. As the years passed, she still did inspire me with short stories and a radio play and of course a poem or two. The last I heard about her was way back in the late sixties when someone had told me she went all hippie. Still I never saw her again and I often wonder would I recognise her if by chance we passed on the street. One thing I do remember well. I wrote her a letter, the longest letter that I’ve ever written. It took five envelops to sent it, so I must have been smitten. And where is she now your guess is as good as mine. All I can tell you is this, somewhere in this heart of mine a small fire for her still burns for the first love of mine. Time has never dampened all the embers in there. However, my wife has nothing to worry about. The past is the past and that is just where it is staying.