For some reason this reminds me of a girl I met in Halifax, Nova Scotia when I was in the navy. We used to walk alongside the docks area and talk, and the most abiding memory I have is of iron railings bordering the concrete. Her name was Ruth.
Some months later a friend of mine, who was in another ship also visiting Halifax and who spent most of his shore leave with me, brought me a message from Ruth:
‘Tell Jeff I’m in love with him. Ask him to write to me.’
I never did. I felt it was better to say nothing than to make excuses. It still haunts me ever so slightly because I wonder whether it changed her life. I hope she met a better man than me and settled into a more fulfilling one.
Late night thoughts, you know?