Absolutely I remember my first real love.
Bittersweet are those memories and not a single one faded despite so many years that have gone by.
Caught by surprise, I had no chance to politely refuse your spontaneous hug after our tentative meet and greet done over a game of pool.
Dammit, I wanted to slip from your grasp but I didn’t.
Even now I can recall your incredibly obnoxious laughter and how contagious it was.
Funny how it all too quickly became natural to want to be around you and you, me.
God only knows, but I do believe I fell in love you on our second date; the one you brought coffee to but forgot mine because you were so nervous.
How amazing was it, to realize and then admit, our feelings for the other and how relieving to know it was mutual.
I won’t regret our eventual parting of ways some years later, if it hadn’t happened I wouldn’t have ever gotten to the place I am now.
June and July are the months that stick out most clearly in my mind and you know why.
Karma was what I wished would catch up to you, after you ended things so badly, though I don’t blame you anymore.
Love was what both of us were able to explore together and define our own terms for.
My family loved you on first sight, and privately begged me not to let you get away.
Nickelback was always on the radio back then and we cranked it, pretending we were badasses and we weren’t anything of the sort.
Outdoors was the only place you could find us during the summer, only you tanned and I burned every damn time.
Priorities straight, I decided to go to school and you became my study buddy though you weren’t in school with me.
Quiet wasn’t how I preferred to study, medical terms just didn’t seem to have as much retention if spoken aloud without Metallica in the background.
Reminiscing over those long ago days no longer hurts like it did, it just makes me smile (and cringe in some spots) and I hope it does both for you too.
Silly as we both got after too little sleep, we rarely fought and when we did, we still ended up in bed at the end of the day-together.
The days always saw me running late, my hair on end, and sweet talking the parking attendant guy in the garage next to school into letting me in-free.
Uniforms that bore the black ink splotches from my ball point pens being washed with them and looking very much like a Dalmatian were apparently my style, the whiteout was to paint over them on test out days and never failed to make you crack up when seeing me do so.
Vehemently you denied the problem to which I know you had and weren’t willing to break until the reality my hand across your face when I caught you.
When it was over, really over this time, I thought I’d never stop crying but eventually I did.
X-rays of the impacted wisdom teeth I had to have cut out with only a local anesthetic and made you worry over my poor swollen face; I found them just the other day, I have no idea why I kept them.
Yakety, yakety I know, but I couldn’t find a better word to describe how we tend to get when we talk now, after all the time gone by and the pain finally healed.
Zoo best describes we both have in the way of families, pets and kids, even if our dream of being together til the end of our time never happened. Our dreams came true, just not how we had dreamed them.
Yes, I still remember you.