I haven't read it yet but 4 age difference in highschool means that Ur kinda a nonce like look at Danielle Cohn

Dayum. For such a short story it sure was emotional. I almost didn't want to leave a review because I'm afraid I won't be able to articulate well enough how much I liked this. It was so tender and perfect. I loved the way things repeated on occasion; it lended a good style. Truly excellent all the way through :)

Oh my Gosh! I am crying so hard right now! Please I know it's been 4 years since you wrote this, but let me know...was it Alfred? :( :'(

Oh my God, I'm bawling! Man, I'm crying so much, this was so amazing! Written so beautifully; thought about so precisely, and the details! Oh I can't get enough of the details! Wonderful, simply wonderful

This story is absolutely amazing and wonderful. Congrats for writing such an extraordinary story on your first try! I have to ask, is the person Alfred? Please tell me I'm dying to know!

For being a story of so many first, I have to say that was one if the lovest stories I've read in a while. I especially like all the references made with the color red. Nice! :)

Soon...

Soon, soon both of yhu will find that bridge and emerald meadow again.

Soon, nothing and no one will ever make yhu leave each other...

Soon, the colour red will never bring up that sadness and yhu will only remember it was the red from that day under the bridge. No pain recalled.

Soon...

...you made me cry...

Was Alfred happy, I am afraid I did not quite catch ?

Very beautiful, thank you.

I don't think the soldier was Alfred, just Arthur's dying thoughts of "Close enough" because he was letting himself think of what made him the happiest. I might be wrong though! I get frustrated with ambiguous endings.

Nicely written.

Beautifully depressing, although Arthur died happy.

I read this before school and I went the bus stop crying a little "

Great story! I love it! It takes place during the American Civil War, right? But, so emotional, especially at the end

You know, even though a lot of people are thinking that the soldier might have been Alfred, my mind instantly jumped to Germany for some reason.

Either way the imagery was beautiful.

'Beautiful', yes, my vocabulary has failed me.

I could almost see this playing out, yet there was this dream-like quality, almost like a hazy memory or one of those blistering summer days that meld everything together.

I could rant a lot more on how poetic your prose is, yet all my ramblings will only fall short of the original, so I'm stopping it at this.

This was absolutely gorgeous. I don't know what else to say.

Oh My Lord. I'm crying. I love this... so much.