...And Sweet Was My Love

….And Sweet was My Love I had met her in the town where I went to school, about an hour train ride from my town. She was very sweet and I had met her parents they lived in a big house that had a bathroom, a novelty for me, mind I used the public baths near my home. A Saturday she came to visit my mother, who didn’t say much, it was like she was feeling shy, and didn’t offer us anything to eat, my girlfriend and I went to the movie and when we came back mother had gone to bed and left us to it. I had to tell my girl that the sofa we sat on, was my bed and that I used a sleeping bag; however we had a spare woolly blanket, I put it over us to keep warm. Side by side, if not by Sondheim, we cuddled and fell youthfully asleep. We awoke early I took her down to the railway station so she could use its facilities, we also breakfasted there, in silence, I had realised how poor I was, she was shocked and wanted to go home, and thus, forlornly a love affair ended. .