May 17th, 1989

May 17th, 1989

At home

As happy as I felt, hearing from Ben yesterday, his call has made me miss him even more. I don’t like the expression, “Out of sight, out of mind,” but I think in some ways when you’re far away from someone you love, it’s a little easier to get on with life without any distraction, like a phone call that lasts for two hours, after which you hang up and feel completely lost.

Of course this morning not one but two letters arrived from Ben, filled with all the words I long to hear. I’ve already memorized every line and now it feels like the next couple of weeks are going to drag by but at least I have a couple of upcoming trips to keep me busy.

Sarah rang at eight and asked if I fancied going to The Swan with her. She knows I absolutely love that old pub so of course I went over to pick her up. Simon was out with a few of his mates (visions of a certain slippery shirt came to mind but I didn’t ask!)

I don’t think Sarah has changed much at all since our school days. I can still read her like a book and could tell, even on the phone, that she had something she wanted to share with me.

The second she got in the car, she started fidgeting and before I had a chance to ask her what was going on, she said, “I thought I could wait and tell you this in the pub but I can’t.”

“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“How would you like to be a bridesmaid?”

My face broke into a smile. “Are you kidding?”

“No,” she squealed.

“Simon proposed?”
“Not exactly,” she said

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I said, “I’m sorry I thought…”

“We had a chat about maybe getting married someday.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, immediately wishing it had come out in a less condescending tone.

“So, when we do, will you be one of my bridesmaids?” she excitedly asked.

“Of course I will,” I said in my chirpy voice. “That would be absolutely lovely.”

“It’s not official yet,” she whispered, “so you can’t say anything to anyone.”

“Why are you whispering?” I asked in a whisper.

We both laughed.

“Don’t worry Sarah, I won’t say a word.”


But I might write about it.



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