dedalus Posted March 26, 2011 Share Posted March 26, 2011 I was nervous, I admit it, as I rang the bell, having walked down from the house, a journey I had made so many times when I was a teenager and you were my girl. You were a bloody awful girlfriend as I recall, so moody, so bitchy, inclined to throw tantrums, so beautiful drop-dead gorgeous when I held you on my arm. There we were sweet Máire mo chroí floating over the streets of Dublin back in the days of our fresh-faced youth and terrible innocence. I’d be sneering at the passing boys, I felt seven feet tall. I was in love with you. All the many years that have passed us over, different countries, different children, I can hear the bell ring in your house as I wait for you to answer, and I feel suddenly seventeen. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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