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Softball reminded Dawn of Kristy. It was mainly because Kristy used to play all the time, and coached Kirsty's Krushers, but it was more than that. It was the excitment, the being told what to do, the nervous feeling she'd get while getting ready to bat, sort of like butterflies, a tingle in the tummy. Dawn had always felt that way around Kristy, as opposed to her other friends. Dawn had convinced herself that it was just because Kristy could be intimadating, and forgot about it. Krist could scare anyone, that's all there was to it.
But now that she was older, Dawn was having second thoughts. She kept finding herself thinking "what could have been". Like what if she went to Kristy's that time, or what if she hadn't brought up the subject of guys then, or what if she had put her arm around Kristy when she wanted to. Dawn lies awake at night wondering. And remembring. Now all she has left are memories, when Kristy is a million miles away and probably has Bart for a boyfriend or some other boyfriend, and even if she doesn't have a boyfriend it doesn't mean anything other than the fact that she's probably too busy and maybe not ready for love, gbut it can never be the reason Dawn's hoping for, and even if it bwas/b, it didn't really matter, did it. Kristy was a million miles away. Dawn has a softball game tomorrow. It's all she has, now.