Slave To Love

The following is a true story. It’s part of a new series I’m doing of 100 word real life stories.

My secret crush was standing in front of me at the toy store where I worked. He handed me a fortune cookie and left. Inside was his number. It was 1987, so I had to wait until I got home to call him; we spoke for hours. I told my parents that the boy I loved wanted me, so I would not be going away to The University of Toronto; they refused to comply. Thus began weeks of me listening to Bryan Ferry’s “Slave To Love” while sobbing. At school I dated, ate pizza with magic mushrooms and dreamed of him.

Author: sparkledame

Living colorfully with cancer. Vintage, art & fashion uplift me. Canadian-American gal. It’s all about the little moments.

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