I adored Jamie from afar. We were thirteen. Other boys called me Tank, but he was kind.
Then I lost weight, became pretty, but feared Jamie’d be mortified if he knew ‘Tank’ idolised him. One night, a group of us sat in the pub. Me and Jamie talked all night. The group walked to the crossroad. They went right, I, left. Someone said, “can I walk you home…?”
“Cuppa, Mum?” asks Tim.
Bill, his Dad, walked me home. It didn’t work out, and I haven’t seen Jamie in twenty years. I’ve got my sons, but Jamie’s always in my heart.
Then I lost weight, became pretty, but feared Jamie’d be mortified if he knew ‘Tank’ idolised him. One night, a group of us sat in the pub. Me and Jamie talked all night. The group walked to the crossroad. They went right, I, left. Someone said, “can I walk you home…?”
“Cuppa, Mum?” asks Tim.
Bill, his Dad, walked me home. It didn’t work out, and I haven’t seen Jamie in twenty years. I’ve got my sons, but Jamie’s always in my heart.
