Over and Over

SusanWritesPrecise/The AbjectMuse

The first time we kissed, Crimson & Clover was playing on the radio. From then on, it was officially ‘our song.’

One month and eleven days later, Jimmy left for Vietnam. I wrote to him every day and he wrote as often as he could. In our letters, we planned our wedding and even named our kids.

Yeah, well.  Things didn’t turn out the way we’d hoped.

Not even close.

Jimmy eventually came home from the Hanoi Hilton and we got married.

But we don’t have any children.

Instead, Jimmy sits in his wheelchair with a blanket over what’s left of his legs.

We hold hands and listen to Crimson & Clover.

Over and over.

 

 

The Daily Post: Marathon

 

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