by Kristy Bolander

Created on: September 08, 2010

The hand that I grabbed was unlike any of the other ones around me, it was soft and small and without any gloving. All of the other hands around were covered with latex gloves and were much too busy to bother with holding mine. As the small fingers wrapped around mine, I looked up into Bonnie's sweet face.

There was a soft smile playing across her lips and her dark hair fell in the same loose curls I remembered from every day I had spent with her. I felt a tear begin to fall across my cheek at the sight of my true love coming back for me after all this time.

She gave my hand a gentle squeeze and pulled me towards her, out of the car. I was amazed at how easy it was to get up and follow her. I looked down at myself and was happy to see that my clothes were not half as dirty as I had assumed they would be. I started to look back but stopped when I looked into her endlessly blue eyes.

“What do I say?” I asked her in wonder. “I have missed you endlessly.”

“I know,” Bonnie replied quietly

“Bonnie,” I cried quietly, “They told me you were gone. We never found you to but they told me there was no way you had lived.”

I was only nineteen when I met Bonnie. There was no great story about fancy ways I had asked her out or of her being a hard catch. All I can really say is that it was a storybook love, one of endless joy and dedication from both of us. It was that love that I lived for. I was an educated farm worker with very little income but Bonnie didn't care, she willing got a waitress job.

This may not sound like the perfect love story, but it was perfect for us. We were simple, but we were happy. That was until one autumn day that would haunt me forever. I had a habit of stopping by the diner to see Bonnie most days on my way home. It was just a little time to show I cared. When I got there, I sat at my usual seat at the bar and waited for her to bring me my soda. I was surprised when Ken, the owner walked over to me instead.

“What can I do for you?” He asked.

“Just making my usual stop.” I replied. “Supporting my wife's business.” He looked at me strangely. “What?” I asked getting slightly anointed at his stare.

“Bonnie's not here.”

“What? I dropped her off at six for her shift.”

“She walked off the shift without saying anything to anyone. The cook called me when he realized she wasn't serving orders. I tried calling her at

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