In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I decided to take a walk down memory lane and pass a note (ah, write a letter) to my very first crush. It was a special time in the world. He was blond, it was 3rd grade and you could still find Scooterpies in the market.
I’m the one you played tag and giggled with in the back of class. The one you never really looked at-that way. Well, a couple of times you held my gaze longer than usual, but my friends said starring contests didn’t count. But they didn’t know what it’s like to be looked at by you. It was special.
I have a confession to make. Even though you borrowed my lunch money and never gave it back, I thought you were a total fox. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t string two sentences together (we didn’t really talk much anyway) and you repeated math. You were so cool. Frankly, I think my parents were a little nervous. There was relief for them and grief for me, when you were held back a year. Eventually, I moved on to fractions and easy word problems, so we lost touch.
Many years have passed and I don’t know what’s become of you. I thought I might cyber stalk you, but I thought better. I’d rather remember you how you were then, wiry, lively, with a full head of hair chasing me on the playground and blowing bubbles in your milk; then maybe catch a glimpse of you now, bald and with a paunch.
We had some good times, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Hope you found someone you could chase, giggle and blow bubbles with. I know I did.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
What’s your first crush story?