Childhood Lovers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two people who had fallen in love when they were 16 and 18 years old were parted because of moving. They meet up again later in life when they have children and are married, but they still have feelings for each other. What will they say to one another?

Submitted: July 26, 2010

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A older woman, about the age of 70 was sitting all alone at a cafe table.  She was sipping her coffee slowly, unaware of the man watching her from the counter.  She put her cup down on the table and continued reading her old and worn copy of Sense & Sensibility.  After a few more pages she had a feeling that someone was watching her, so she looked up from her book.  The man was still looking at her, and even had the courage to keep looking after she had noticed.

The man gave a small smile to the woman at the table and then stood up from his bar stool to go and sit with her.  He knew exactly who she was, but wasn't sure if she would remember him.  It had been 54 years since they had seen each other.  Yet, after all this time, he still remembered that Sense & Sensibility was her favourite book, she hated wearing eyeliner and she made tight fists with her hands whenever she was nervous.

Once he was seated, he looked at her face.  Her eyes were still the colour of the ocean, her hair still curly, but almost completely grey.  No matter how old she was, he still found her as beautiful as the first time he met her when she was just 16 years old.  He suddenly realized how long it had been.  He hadn't seen her for such a long time, yet he still couldn't get over her.

"Is there something you'd like to say, sir?"  The fragile voice of the older woman was quiet, but still noticeable.  The man just kept looking into her blue eyes, and not speaking.  He knew it was a bad idea to come and sit with her.  She had absolutely no idea who he was!  "You look a little familiar," she said after a moment of silence.

The man smiled at her and nodded.  He knew she couldn't let him down; she must remember how much they loved each other all those years ago!  "I should,"  the man said.  "Do you remember me?"

The woman smiled back weakly, but said nothing for a while.  She studied his features carefully, but nothing seemed to click until she looked once more at his smile.  "It couldn't be," she whispered to herself.  She hadn't seen him in over 50 years.  The last time she seen that crooked smile was the last time in a long time that she ever felt any emotion.

The man didn't clearly hear her whisper, but knew that something clicked by the way her eyes sparkled a little more than they had been.  He had to make her remember.  What was something he knew, that no body else would?  He thought it over for a few seconds and then spoke.  "Leslie," he whispered.  "Do you still have that freckle on your right thigh?"

The woman named Leslie looked up from her folded hands.  Her gaze had shifted to think more about the man sitting in front of her.  She didn't even know what to say to this.  The only man that knew about her freckle was her husband.  She had only been with one man intimately enough to see her thigh... except for that one time.

Leslie's eyes widened as she realized who this man was.  She felt like crying, laughing, smiling and most of all, jumping over the small cafe table and kissing his soft lips that she hadn't kissed for 54 years!  But, she was a married woman with four children!  She had to contain herself.  Leslie did what she could without going overboard.

"Gregory.  It's been so long.  How'd you know it was me?"  Leslie asked with an almost pained voice.

Gregory smiled and closed his eyes.  "How could I not remember you?"  He said softly.  "I can still remember everything about the day you left.  But, mostly I can't forget the night before."  He opened his eyes and stared into Leslie's.  She sighed and took herself back to that night.  She couldn't forget either.

It was 10:00 at night when she jumped out of her bedroom window and landed on the freshly cut grass.  She had made plans that day with Gregory to meet up.  They were in love, and wanted to go all the way.  She had to admit to herself that she was a little scared.  Her friends had told her that it hurt the first time, but that it was the best experience they had ever had.

She walked to the park a few blocks down from her house and waited for Greg on the swings.  When he came into view, Leslie's heart skipped a beat.  She didn't even bother saying anything when he came and took her hand in his.  He lead her to a spot into a bit of brush in the park.  There were two blankets and nothing else.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"  Greg had said.  He had already had intercourse with two other girls before he met Leslie.  Leslie knew very well that this could be a bad thing, it even made her feel a little uncomfortable.  She had learned in health class that you could get sick after having intercourse.  But, none of her friends had ever had any problems.

Leslie just nodded as a reply and he lead her onto the blanket.  She gulped when he took his jacket off and started kissing her neck.  Greg didn't seem to notice.  He kept kissing her neck and then made his way to her lips.  She kissed him back lovingly, and then it became very passionate.  This kiss made her realize that she did indeed want to carry on with this.  She loved him.

First Greg's shirt was taken off, and then Leslie took her blouse off.  She had a tank top on underneath, but still felt naked in front of his watchful eyes.  He straddled her and kissed her some more, and then started to pull her tank top off.  After a while, all of their clothes were on the grass around them and they were only covered by the thin blanket.

"You're sure,"  Greg asked once more.  Leslie thought for a moment and then nodded and smiled.  She pulled his face down to kiss him once more and then felt him enter.  Her friends were right; it did hurt.  But after a while, she couldn't really feel the pain anymore.  She was lost in the moment of pure ecstasy.

Leslie came back to the present where she was sitting across from her former lover.  She smiled at him and grabbed the hand that was on the table.  Greg smiled back and rubbed her hand soothingly with his thumb.  They didn't say anything for a while, just stared at each other.  But, the silence was broken by a waitress.

"Can I get you anything else, Darlin'?"  The waitress asked, making the couple jump slightly and let go of each other's hands.  Leslie shook her head and took the check from the waitress.  She put the money on the table and then looked at Greg.

"I will never forget you, Gregory Reid,"  Leslie whispered.  Greg smiled and stood up to hug her.  They embraced for a few minutes and then he pulled away from her to speak.

"I will never forget you, Lessy,"  He spoke with sadness in his voice, but he could tell that there really was nothing sad about this moment.  They had met and gotten closure.  He could now die happier than he ever would have without seeing her just one more time.

Leslie smiled and spoke once more.  "Lessy...  I'll never forget that nickname.  It sounds so good to hear it again,"  She said and then they walked out of the cafe together.  He walked her to her car and before she got in, she turned around.  "Goodbye, Greg."

"Goodbye, Leslie," Greg said.  Those were the last words that the two said to each other.  But, also the most emotional, other than the sweet sound from each of their lips when they said...

"I love you."

**I ultimately wanted to make this a novel, but not sure if I will or not.  I have ideas if I do, but I'd love to see what you think.  Should I make this into a novel in the future?**


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