Little White Rabbit

While sorting through a drawer in my old treasure store I came across a little white rabbit almost forgotten there, as I picked it up my memory danced back to the person who gave it to me forty odd years ago. I could remember her blue eyes, her shoulder length blonde hair, and that gentle smile of this lady fair. She was at one time the love of my life, long before I met my wife. My love could not be returned as she was seeing someone else, but a friend she was, and a friend she will always remain, until my dying breath. As I look at the little white rabbit, dreamy eyes I become, I drift back all those years, and for a brief second or two. I smile to myself, and wrap the little white rabbit up, putting it back in the drawer, so I can remember, that lost long distant love I had once more.