To Dackery From Eben

It was a decade before George Bush and myspace. I had to repeat my senior year. It was my worst fear. I sat on a bench I ate my lunch. I was sad and lonely. Then I met you. Things looked different when you came into my view. You were a cute cheeleading red head. I was a dorky four eyed curly head. You and your friends sat next me. We shared the bench. We had a few laughs as we ate lunch. I didn't know where you were coming from with your feelings for me. I didn't get it even when you sat on my knee. If you had looked you would have seen my...glee. I was clueless. You probably thought I was hopeless. The summer past. It went so fast. College at last. I was roaming the campus. I was minding my own business. I turned around and got a surprise. My gaze met your eyes. You were biting your bottom lip. You had a nervous look on your face. When I saw you my heart did race. You smiled when you saw me. You looked happy to see me. Once again I was filled with glee. Before we could speak there was an interruption. It caused a corruption. Before I could say "Hey Dackery. Hang on a minute." You walked away with a hurt look on your face. I tried to catch you but I couldn't keep up with your pace. You were gone in a flash. My heart burned and turned to ash. It's many years later. Youtube and myspace are all the rage. You and I may no longer be on the same page. I live a thousand miles away. Now all I can do is get through each day. I go about my job of moving mail around a warehouse. Late at night I ride the bus home. I'm surrounded by people but I'm all alone. As I sit on the bus I wonder what I'd say if I had you on the phone. I'm putting out this message hoping you'll take the bate. But hell this is coming thirteen years too late. I wouldn't blame you if all you feel for me now is hate. By now things are not the same. I've been online trying to find you but I never knew your last name. I'm hitting a wall. I can't get over it because it's too tall. I have no plans to jump in the middle of your life. By now you could be someone's wife. Don't worry. I only want to say "I'm sorry." I don't want to ruin your day. I'll say what I need too then I'll go away. Does this sound familiar? Is your story similar? Do you remember me all? If you do then won't you give me a call?