Tag Archives: First Love

Good-Bye

The old man’s throat tightened as he approached the door. It had never been easy for him in these situations; only getting worse since his wife passed. He had to force himself to leave the house. Oh sure he went to church … Continue reading

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The Old Man

An old man sits at the table half asleep when suddenly there is seen on his face the slightest evidence of a smile, the memory of you, his first love.

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First Love

That first blush of love, serendipitously found, remains a lifetime.

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