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Twitterpated…
even after 16 years. All these years I’ve thought to myself how I’ve carried this torch for my HS Crush for 16 years. We are still friends and recently reconnected on the Facebook. A world separates us but we are still connected by our friendship. I often sit and wonder what would have happened if certain factors did not play a role in our lives. It made me sad to think how he would never know…but certainly he must know, shouldn’t he?
I found the answer to that question in a journal I found at my mother’s house. It told a tale of a girl and a boy, standing outside a graduation party of a mutual friend. How just a week before the boy and girl danced the nite away at his very own graduation party. It was a story about a boy, a girl and a love letter. He read it in front of her as she stood silently looking up at him with her Bambi eyes and with the sound of her beating heart in her ears. He reads the letter and then tells her he is happy they are friends and that his going away to school would be a problem for anything more. The girl swallows her heart and chokes on the tears fighting to the surface. The boy hugs the girl in the linen shirt until she can hear his beating heart and is unable to determine if his heart or hers is louder. They say their goodbyes and years later pick up where they left off when he returns home from school.
I forgot that memory and I am so glad that I chronicled the moment in my journal. So many other fond memories flood my memory banks. How could I misplace this most important one? I am glad I’ve recovered it. All this time he’s been a wonderful friend. Always with a smile and an eye on me from his side of the “world”. I sat on my knees reading this entry with a smile on my face. As I finished the last word on the page, I took a deep breath and then panic washed over me. Wide eyed I realized…he’s known all along and never pushed me away or ran.
Still so very twitterpated.
Twitterpated…
even after 16 years. All these years I’ve thought to myself how I’ve carried this torch for my HS Crush for 16 years. We are still friends and recently reconnected on the Facebook. A world separates us but we are still connected by our friendship. I often sit and wonder what would have happened if certain factors did not play a role in our lives. It made me sad to think how he would never know…but certainly he must know, shouldn’t he?
I found the answer to that question in a journal I found at my mother’s house. It told a tale of a girl and a boy, standing outside a graduation party of a mutual friend. How just a week before the boy and girl danced the nite away at his very own graduation party. It was a story about a boy, a girl and a love letter. He read it in front of her as she stood silently looking up at him with her Bambi eyes and with the sound of her beating heart in her ears. He reads the letter and then tells her he is happy they are friends and that his going away to school would be a problem for anything more. The girl swallows her heart and chokes on the tears fighting to the surface. The boy hugs the girl in the linen shirt until she can hear his beating heart and is unable to determine if his heart or hers is louder. They say their goodbyes and years later pick up where they left off when he returns home from school.
I forgot that memory and I am so glad that I chronicled the moment in my journal. So many other fond memories flood my memory banks. How could I misplace this most important one? I am glad I’ve recovered it. All this time he’s been a wonderful friend. Always with a smile and an eye on me from his side of the “world”. I sat on my knees reading this entry with a smile on my face. As I finished the last word on the page, I took a deep breath and then panic washed over me. Wide eyed I realized…he’s known all along and never pushed me away or ran.
Still so very twitterpated.
i <3 the “coincidences” that run a silver thread through our lives. It continues to lead my heart back to you. Happy little “coincidences”.
