She was there. In that seat. Wearing the brightest pink blouse, lapis blue skirt and dazzling pearls. She was gorgeous. She was the first woman I ever fell in love with. And the last. I've never loved a woman like that ever again. Sometimes I wonder if I messed up badly with that one. No. I definitely did. Now 60, all I have for myself is the bar I own, some faithful patrons and my friends. Is it sad that I still think about her. Is it sad that I never chased for her back. No woman has ever made me feel the same way like she did. When I loved her I really loved her. And when I hated her I really hated her—but loved her still. I hope she knew I still loved her in those times...those terrible times. I always regret for not loving her right. I was too dumb to recognize when I should've straightened up. Now all I have is this seat and the ghost of her in my mind. She lives in California now. She left me 15 years ago. She lives in California now. And I'm still here in Boston, thinking about her. The beautiful Diane Chambers.
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In Retrospect, My Love
RomanceSam "Mayday" Malone's world turned upside down once he met Diane Chambers. They gave it their best shot, got engaged thrice but never tied the knot; coming to the conclusion that there were just not meant to be. Now old in age, it's been 15 years s...
