Imagine back to summers long ago when your world is carefree and your doing something that you love to do...for me that was acting and it was a summer on a beach before my senior year of high school. All it took for me was a handshake and things changed after that moment. We would walk into a room and our eyes would search each other out and lock from across the room. I'll never forget walking into the theatre and his eyes finding mine, the smile that radiated from that one look was enough to say it all....we were head over heels, in over our heads, in love. Now this wouldn't be much of a love story if I didn't mention that he was def. a tad bit older, but that's how the best of them start I suppose. We had the trysts and the secret rendezvous before the show....we reveled in things like only a summer romance can.
This sort of thing continued on for the rest of the summer and neither one of us had thought about how the should would eventually come to a close or that the days would get shorter and nights cooler. As the show came to a closer our love was still unspoken....moments were getting deeper, feelings more buried and we were spending all of our free time together. There was a glorious week where we spent it at this little cottage nestled right on the waterfront. It was our time to say goodbye.
School started back up for me and the time came for him to leave the island and head home. That was one of the hardest goodbyes I have ever had to say. We had left so many feelings unspoken, so many things undone and more importantly our hearts were on our sleeves. It felt as if someone was taking a part of me with them... As he left I just cried, it was more because I was afraid of losing all that we had together, which was really quite more than we both understood at the time.
Ill leave it on a happy note....a few weeks later I was at my cousins house and like friends like to do, she grabbed my phone and texted him that " I love you." My heart was pounding out of my chest, I just knew that if someone could have a heart attack at the age of 17, it would surely be me. My hands were even sweating, and I remember it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest...all I could do was wait for his reply...and it came..."I love you too!." Those were some of the best words...my heart attack symptoms quickly turned into a feeling of floating and there was no getting me down for the next 3 and half years.
One last thing... Id wana know what he looked like ...that would complete the pieces for me in this lovely blog land....so I cannot post his real image but I will give you an idea... a few of these guys were some friends....
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