Special Friends

For some reason, today I was remembering an old flame.  Sometimes people who were special friends cross our minds.  His name was Ronnie, we had an office romance, and he was quite the gentleman.  He was 14 yrs older than me, which means this year, he'll turn 68.   Wow.

I think of him as my first love.  I was engaged to be married to my high school sweetheart (another long story) but found Ronnie fascinating.   Our romance was like a firecracker fuse, it burned hot and bright, but was over quick.   He was honest and hard working, and I admired him for that. 

He was with me when I was served my first "adult beverage" in a bar.  A group of us used to go to the local bar on Thursday nights, like clockwork, and they convinced the bartender, Nick, that I was old enough to drink.  Rum and coke -- yummmy :)   He was there, watching out for me, making sure I didn't have too much, but enough to enjoy myself.   A few drinks and I didn't care to go home, so Ronnie took me to his apt.   It was the perfect escape........  When you're only 20, the thought of being married seems daunting, so yes, I was looking for an escape of sorts.  Or maybe is was that he was an adult - whereas the man I was supposed to marry was childish in comparison.  


There are some days when I miss his friendship,
and what we had between us, even this many years later.  
(33 years is a very long time!!)



I often wonder where he is, what he's doing, and if he's happy.
I hope he is. :)

Ronnie:  If you come across this somehow .. I still think of you!