63 years ago, I met the love of my life. I can remember the day as if it were only yesterday. We met at Navy Pier in Chicago, the summer of 1949. We had been put in the same car on the ferris wheel, and from there we hit it off almost instantly.
He was a tall boy, with hair the color of the rich, beautiful earth, and his eyes were a mesmerizing jade color, like that of a pine tree. While we were on the ferris wheel, we talked about trivial things, like the weather, the pier, my town where I lived, things like that. We then began learning about one another, the things we liked to do, the things that we aspired for, and, as it turned out, we actually liked each other.
Eventually, the ride ended, and we went to get ice cream. We walked towards the ice cream parlor, and along the way we talked about whatever was on our mind. He bought me a vanilla ice cream cone, and himself a chocolate. It amazed me that he spent 10 cents on ice cream- and 5 of them on a girl who was nearly a complete stranger!
When we were done, I told him where I was staying, and he walked me back. The vacation passed by very quickly, and we spent time together every day. We had decided to keep in touch, even when I went back home.
All things must come to an end, and, sadly, they did. I went back home to Minneapolis, and he stayed home in Chicago. It’s been 60 years since I last received a phone call or letter from him or his family, until two months ago.
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63 Years Ago
Storie breviFor drama class, we had to write a monologue, but mine was too long! So I changed it a bit and made it a short story. I will post the monologue as well. :D Enjoy!
