posted by sooyup
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Courting days
I have gone through life trying never to hurt anyone, even in retaliation. And when I do hurt people, it invariably hurts me as much as it does them. Referring to Sunday’s FYAT post, it is to my eternal shame that I never spoke to Sylvia J again, even to explain that I had gone back to my first love. I had told her how beautiful she was. And she was beautiful. I had told her I loved her. And I did. I am sure that if Emma had not come back onto my scene, we would have had a long-lasting relationship. Maybe this Blog would have been called “Alfie loves Sylvia”. She will have long-since forgotten me, but I have never forgotten her to this day - the way one remembers a first (okay, second) love. But the fact remains that I dumped her without even having the decency to explain why. I regret that more than most things in my life. It’s just that my reunion with Emma blew everything else clean out of my mind. And what makes matters worse is that some twenty-five years later, my mother’s hairdresser said to her, “Your son Alfie broke my kid sister’s heart.” I do wish the old girl hadn’t told me that!
I have gone through life trying never to hurt anyone, even in retaliation. And when I do hurt people, it invariably hurts me as much as it does them. Referring to Sunday’s FYAT post, it is to my eternal shame that I never spoke to Sylvia J again, even to explain that I had gone back to my first love. I had told her how beautiful she was. And she was beautiful. I had told her I loved her. And I did. I am sure that if Emma had not come back onto my scene, we would have had a long-lasting relationship. Maybe this Blog would have been called “Alfie loves Sylvia”. She will have long-since forgotten me, but I have never forgotten her to this day - the way one remembers a first (okay, second) love. But the fact remains that I dumped her without even having the decency to explain why. I regret that more than most things in my life. It’s just that my reunion with Emma blew everything else clean out of my mind. And what makes matters worse is that some twenty-five years later, my mother’s hairdresser said to her, “Your son Alfie broke my kid sister’s heart.” I do wish the old girl hadn’t told me that!
