Wednesday, June 24, 2009

one word~one minute/event

we all have events in our lives that mark us, make us.

one of mine was when danny boudreau kissed me under the bridal wreath bush, promising me eternal love and giving me a ring made from a dog's choke chain.

our love lasted until third grade, when he met and left me for a girl from the public school down the street.

i still remember the freckle in his left iris, that i'd watch become covered as he slowly closed his eyes to kiss me.


  1. Oh, that is very sweet and beautiful.

    I remember Michelle, a little girl from my 3rd grade class who I adored then. She had such a sweet face and horribly chapped lips. Odd the things we remember, isn't it?