I met a girl in the play ground when i was 4 she was very pretty, i loved her from the begining. Time passed and i realised the reason i knew her was because our parents did. I will call her A. We played constantly.
My next memory is about seven, we were playing in the local park and she ran about and told me she was going to have a wee under the slide. All of a sudden she did, i thought this was wild and i could never do that infront of boys, she had a handle on them and made me feel like i wasn't as exciting as her. The boys loved her.
She started brownies and invited me to a party, i remember going, i had a relax t-shirt on a pink telephone wire as a belt, we put on lipstick in the toilet and got really cocky, they chucked us out.
Next, she was in a wheel chair, it happened all of a suuden. I didn't get it at the time. She went away to hospital
I went to see her and i remember the room it was like a gym, they had straps on her legs, and i was looking at her while they pulled her legs to pieces trying to make her walk again, she was in pain and i didn't know what to do.
High school, things moved on, she or her family decided that she would be joining my school. I got asked if i could possibly push a girl round in a wheel chair, if i was that caring , for fucks sake!!!!!!! We were happy i did push her around, but i tell you what, she was helping me more. I got lots of ooooh you good girl, and she got an award for being handicapped. We were mad. In third year we split off and fell out, i had better friends and so did she . We stopped talking, i was sick of her veg bollocks and she was sick of my silly mates.
We went to 6th form and even though i didn't "push" her anymore we were good friends
It all changed when we were older, we went out on new years eve because we really started again
She met her husband the night we went out
Then after years of an adult relationship, the bastard cancer came back. I spent every week on her bed, she held my baby when he was little, there is loads more to say but i've already gone on too much.
I went out and when i got back x said ring your mum. I did , she said get here now, when i got there she was dead. My dad was at the door and he said nothing, he had tears in his eyes.
I went into the room where she was and spent all night with her, i actually got pissed and held her body all night, i stroked her face, held her hand and kissed her, in the morning i knew it couldn't last. She had turned into a corpse and i had to let her go