I was 20. It was my first real relationship including real full blown sex. I was a sophomore and she took me away from my school work. It was so easy to hit the bedroom instead of the books.
Sheila was easy to talk to and seemed to love me like a puppy dog, showing up at my door with her tail wagging all the time. I enjoyed the attention but eventually knew it wasn't going to work out. I didn't fit in with her toking friends.
I wrote a poem for her birthday, but it was kind of melancholy talking about things that end before they start. Like August showers, sad love songs and orchids. I don't remember it all except I gave iit to her with an orchid.
She said "are you trying to tell me it's over?". I pusilanimously bumbled a non-commited response but she got the message.
At 20, I was a little naive sexually and she gave me some of her experience that I really needed. I did feel comfortably close to her for a while.
I moved on and about six years later I was outside the church after my wedding ceremony. Sheila was pushing a stroller across the street. I only watched out of the corner of my eye to see her staring. I don't know whether she had tracked me down or if it was just coincidence.
I guess she must have realized then that we wouldn't be resuming a relationship any time soon.