When I was in high school I had to repeat my senior year. I met a cute redhead named Dackery. Dackery and her friends ate lunch with me. It was obvious to everybody but me that Dackery liked me. I was clueless and didn't understand where she was coming from with her feelings for me. I just couldn't take a hint. There was one time when she even sat on my knee and I still didn't get it. One year later I bumped into her again in college. When I saw her at first she had a nervous look on her face. When she saw me she smiled and looked happy to see me. Before we could talk we were interrupted by a guy from my drama class. He was completely oblivious to what was happening. He just got right in front of me and started babbling something about the scene we were doing for our class. Before I could say "Hey Dackery. Hang on a minute." She walked away with a hurt look on her face. That was the last time I saw her. That's the last memory I have of her. Thirteen years later it finally dawned on me. I've been online trying to find her but I never knew her last name and that's where I keep getting stuck. I tried using my high school's website to find her but that didn't work either. I also couldn't find her in my yearbooks. So now I've resigned myself to posting this on my blog where everybody but Dackery will see it.
Dackery if you're out there and if you somehow come across my blog then I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to talk and I am truly sorry if you felt ignored or hurt. If I had that day to do over again I would not let you walk away.
Because I know you guys are reading and this and going "huh?" Right after this post there will be a poem that will explain everything. You know me all roads lead to a poem and yes this one will rhyme.
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