The Old Days Were Slow

Adapted from the extremely turbulent young love of real people.

From the first stirrings of romance in junior high, through the ups and downs of high school, to thinking of each other in college but never getting in touch, and then later...

“After leaving him, I could never love anyone else. No matter how many decades pass, how long his name goes unmentioned, or how unfamiliar it becomes, I will still love him.”

For no other reason than to remember. To pay tribute to the purest young love. I write this only for the purest, deepest, most unforgettable love.

Let it quietly ferment and settle with time, all for that once innocent yet heartfelt, seemingly casual promise: “I’ll marry no one but you in this life.”