My Love Story
I loved Bob with all my heart, or as much as you could love someone in 1252 in
England as a female. I have told you about Bob before, haven t I? He knew
everything about me from my favorite color to my deepest secrets. We did
everything together, too; we went to the pond together, we went to the market
together, we even ate together. We always exchanged I love you whenever we saw
each other, and everyone thought we would eventually get married. He cared
about me, and I cared about him. We were the perfect love story. Of course, all
perfect stories must come to an end. It was a warm autumn day. The sun was
shining, the leaves on the trees were brilliant reds, oranges, and golds, and
everyone was out taking care of business on our measly dirt road. Bob and I had
spent the day cleaning his home and taking care of his younger sisters, so we were
both burning up. As we left his house, I had a brilliant idea. Bob darling, let us go
to the pond. We can cool off there! The pond was a beautiful, tranquil place. The
only sounds that could be heard were the breeze rustling the weeping willows
beside the pond and the birds chirping in the willows. The pale, calm blue of the
pond had helped me fall asleep a number of times. It was a wonderful place to cool
off and swim, too. Bob however, instead of getting excited as he had on multiple
occasions at any mention of the pond jumped away from me, guilt written on his
face. I can t, I...I... Bob? Are you alright? I asked, concerned. Of course. I just can t
come to the pond today, he responded, his composure regained. I...uh...I have other
plans. I m sorry. Oh. Alright then. It s okay. He smiled at me, and I smiled back,
although it was a little forced. Then, he turned around and disappeared into the
bustle of the market. As I watched him walk away, my smile faded. What was
wrong with him? Or is it me? He always hung out with me, even if he had previous
arrangements. This continued for days; I would want to do something together, but
Bob would have other engagements. Soon, we were doing nothing. I quickly grew
suspicious. What could he possibly be doing? Eventually, I decided to follow him to
his other engagements . It was a