Monday, 20 October 2008
One good thing about being a super hero is the mask. Even those who know you just can't see beyond it. I saw her again today. She was my first love. Too young I was. She, and her child, on the bus hanging over the cliff. She wasn't the only one, but she is the only one I remember. I saved them, that's what a super hero does. She didn't know who I was, she even smiled at me. She adored me, the super hero. She wouldn't smile if she knew it was me: she's going back to her single parent life, now that I saved it. I have responsibility as a super hero, I can't be a father too. It's too much to ask. I don't love her any more, but sometimes the guilt causes me to pause and think about giving it all up.