Memories

"Annie you get prettier all the time. You look the same as you did, that day at the barbeque, do you remember? You were sitting under a crepe myrtle with a dozen males around you. I can even remember your dress, a white one with a green sash, and--" he stopped abruptly and the eager light faded from his eyes. "We've come a long way, both of us, since that day, haven't we, Annie? We've traveled a path we never expected to travel. You charging ahead, and I shambling reluctantly."
"Oh, Pooh, I hate to hear you talk like that." she said vehemently. "You shouldn't look back. What good will it do? Oh, Pooh, nothing has turned out as we expected." Her heart was suddenly dull with pain, with weariness, as she thought of the long way she had come since those days.