I wonder what happened to her even after all these years I ponder from time to time in private thought. When I returned to school after fifteen years being an adult well and truly. I returned with a male friend being his idea at which I had first laughed at. We did a selection of subjects to attain a higher school certificate and entry to university as the goal. Along the way it was fun. We made many new friends there and had an extra social life that we made certain celebrating with drinks at a local hotel. They would host bands for entertainment as well. As boy meets girl we met other females in class and as time grew together we actually made grand plans or dreams of going to distant places with each other. Even in class I found I was changing and the romantic influence of writers were flowing through me as I was particularly interested in Shakespeare and Donne and I would start to write my own poetry and sonnets with a flavour I had never known before. I had experimented in my life before but not like this.

      I was keen on one female in particular and would write poetry for her and she simply loved it. I would write one for her on her birthday as she demanded it when I did not produce it for her even presenting her with a folded red rose. We would holiday together that year in a beach resort and became closer although after the holidays it was not to continue as she chose an older person to befriend much to the dismay to other friends of her as well. You can’t help bad luck was my comment when asked why I introduced her to him in the first place. He was a guitarist and she left to see her mother, we both were alone and he asked if he could sit with me as he was new to the place. I welcomed him to sit with me and we got on well. He was charming when I introduced him and she was not my girl friend but only a class mate so I had no claim on her at all.

     She would come to see me sometimes and told me they were good friends now as she would like to take it slowly was the impression I got. As time went by I would comment and she thought I was jealous, where it never entered me at all. I wondered how she could do it to me after all this time over a two year time where we were always so close. She made her choice and I had to accept it at the time. She would write me a post card and comment on north Queensland humor bringing a snake into a pub. She sold tickets to a rides in tourism and wanted to work on the tall ships as I recall. Years have passed and we have separate lives wondering what happened to her.