By Bud Pharo
They were best friends, but he loved her as Dante loved Beatrice—at first sight. Did she feel the same? Was she reluctant to make the first move because he might think it foolish?
On the day he told her how much he loved her, she wept at having lost her closest friend. Embarrassed by misreading their relationship, he enlisted to break free of her orbit.
A month into Army training, he received her letter saying she loved him too.
Three months later, he was in combat.
Six months later, he came home—in a flag-draped coffin.
She wept then, too.
Beautiful, poetic prose saying to me in my heart and soul to remember when I was in Korea, in the army, in 1964, during the Vietnam war, that my father had died in a horrific automobile accident. And by the time I got home he was already laid to rest.
And inside, ever since, I cry every so often and miss him greatly, without pause or end.
Thank you for your service and I’m so sorry for your loss.
So much emotion in so few words. Kudos.
Heartbreaking, to miss a chance forever
Waiting too long is a great title.
Painful heart … so sad. ?