Thursday, March 30, 2006

2 of 210 : Cynthia

Third grade: I put on my best suit, she wore white, I gave her a ring, and we had a lovely little wedding ceremony. We grew apart after a couple of months; within a year we barely spoke to one another. She was no longer the girl I had married.

posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 12:28 PM   8 comments

8 Comments:

At Thursday, March 30, 2006 1:34:00 PM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

How quickly we change.

 
At Thursday, March 30, 2006 1:58:00 PM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

Sad, isn't it?

 
At Thursday, March 30, 2006 2:16:00 PM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Man, that first post doesn't sound like me at all. I feel...different.

 
At Thursday, March 30, 2006 3:38:00 PM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

You've changed.

 
At Saturday, April 01, 2006 1:25:00 PM, Blogger Sabine said...

You blame her, yet I find men in grade three have a hard time with commitment.

I've only just discovered your blog, Sewa. Love it.

 
At Sunday, April 02, 2006 8:05:00 AM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

Thank you! I'm just learning the ropes.

 
At Sunday, April 02, 2006 5:25:00 PM, Blogger jane said...

i got married to marty in grade 5. it didn't last either, we don't even speak now. *sigh*

 
At Sunday, April 02, 2006 8:14:00 PM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

Sic transit gloria!

 

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