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Have you ever noticed, that when you?re younger, things seemed just so much easier to say? It was always a simple task to convey your feelings to the ?love of your life?. Ah, yes, young love. And boys, they knew just how to irritate any girls. Always trying to gross us out with their latest concoction; like worm pudding! Isn?t it strange how some little boys just never grow-up and always stay that little mud thrower, deep down inside?
As you grow older, relationships become so much deeper than holding hands and a cute innocent kiss on the cheek. Young love becomes committed relationships, with heartbreaks galore. When I was a kid, I had my string of crushes, boys which chased me, and others just followed me around the playground. All in an attempt to gross me out; their way of showing that they liked me! I made friends, and lost friends even easier than I made them. But to this day, only one of these friendships has withstood any other.
Our parents were friends, and that was how we met. My dad would take me over to his house to play so the adults could catch up on old times. Bryan, who was about a year younger than I was, a typical wild and crazy boy of 6. He lived with his mom, Aletha, her then-boyfriend Chuck, and his little sister who was 4, Rebecca. My dad and I would visit all the time and slowly I came down with classic symptoms of puppy-love. This boy was giving me all this attention. You know, the typical hair pulling, pinching, and wrestling endured by all us girls.
I suppose I was a little tom-boyish, and I loved to play rough. So I?d end up with scrapes and bruises after most visits. My little trophies for ?kickin? his butt!? His little sister, who could only be described as a ?tag-along? was a beautiful big blue-eyed baby girl with long stringy strands of blond. Attached to my hip as often as I was there, we?d play house all the time. And she referred to me as, ?Mommy? accordingly. Bryan, little Rebecca and I would have so much fun throughout those summers, in the yard of the corner house on the quiet little street. Perfect in every way a 7 year-old could dream of, and always into trouble, Bryan was my biggest puppy-love ever!
I got to spend the night, and we?d stay up all hours in the living room on the fold-out couch watching T.V. We?d role-play as Scooby-Doo and the crew, and run around the house looking for the villains. Only to catch trouble instead of ghosts. His backyard became our palace, with a pool none the less. Rebecca was our little daughter as we ruled the yard as King and Queen with their dog as Royal Jester. I spent Easter with Bryan and Rebecca, and we had elaborate Easter baskets filled with candies of all kinds. My childhood was filled with adventure anytime I was with Bryan. He was so much fun to be with, and who could blame me, I was in love, puppy-love.
Eventually our parents slowly drifted apart and Bryan and I lost contact for the longest time. It would be many years before I?d see his blue eyes again. About six or seven years would pass, and the only time I heard about Bryan and Rebecca was when I learned about his moving in with his grandmother, Betty. His mom had had it rough since Bryan?s father passed around the time he was 3, and emotionally she was still unstable. So Bryan moved in with his grandmother, and shortly thereafter, little Rebecca followed. Anytime I heard about Bryan I became excited and memories would run through my head. I missed my King.
Flash forward to middle-school at Westport ?Traditional Middle School and Fine Arts Academy?. Many friends came and went, and many crushed faded in and out of my life, but I always took time out to think about Bryan. How was he and Rebecca; were they happy; and if they had changed at all. My 7th grade year was full of excitement, and my best friend at the time, was Sarah Graetz. We were both boy-crazy and loved typical girl things like gossip. Sarah and I basically led a small group of friends, our own little clique. You know, the group of kids that were sort of loners, but always had fun, and weren?t necessarily the most popular kids. But we always had fun, and were constantly laughing.
During the fall of the beginning of that year, my Aunt Kathy and family who owned their own 1,000 acre farm, held their annual bonfire. I brought Sarah along just so I?d have someone to talk to amongst the really young, or the really old. My cousin, Alex who is the closest to my age being a year younger, had friends there as well. As we arrived, the atmosphere began to suck you in. The sun going down over fields of dried corn stalks and reflecting off the cool lakes with kids of all ages running rampid. The adults sat at picnic tables lined with good foods of every kind. They had country music blasting, and the cool crisp October air was nipping at our noses.
As soon as we arrive Alex finds me and I introduce him to my friend Sarah. He begins to explain to me who all was there. Naming off some of his friends that I knew, I really wasn?t paying attention, more like looking around for myself. Some of his little sisters friends, ran up and he finally remembered that Bryan was there as well! Still friends with our family Chuck brought Bryan, who still played a big part in Bryan?s life. I was ecstatic! Thoughts raced through my head of how he had changed if at all, how had he been, and of course me being boy-crazy, if he was still just as cute. Once we started talking again, we hit it off immediately and Bryan Sarah and I never separated the rest of the night.
It was a great place to rekindle our friendship, and to just have a really good time. The cool air, the warmth of family and friends, the pig roast and great food, and of course, the massive bonfire, just made that experience so much better. The three of us snuck off and away from the parental figures and sat in my Dad?s car listening to music, and catching up on old times. It was undeniable. Bryan and I were like best friends all over again. Conversation came so easily and we enjoyed each other?s company. That night was filled with excitement with the bonfire followed by the always interesting tractor-pulling hay-ride. Hay would be thrown every which way, and most little kids would start crying as we trudged deeper into the depths of the fields of dried corn stalks.
That weekend proved to be a great one, and school was never the same. It was comforting, just knowing that Bryan was someone who would listen to me, even when others wouldn?t. I quickly memorized his phone number, and continued to talk to him daily. Bryan eventually conveyed his love for me in a different way, not through worm-pudding, but through love notes. Such deep words coming from someone even younger, I had to keep a dictionary close at hand. These notes would be exchanged every day before getting on the bus. We happened to be on the two corresponding buses, side-by-side, and sat parallel to one another. The windows would come down no matter the weather, and we?d yell back and fourth until the buses departed. We were too shy to take anything to a deeper level, so we mainly just stayed close friends.
At a school dance later on in the year, I met one of Bryan?s older, more crushable friends, David. Of course David and I, became an item, and Bryan continued dating many of my friends, including Sarah. Our phone conversations would be that of best-friends, and we could talk about anything to each other. As many relationships on both ends failed, we always called up one another for the best advice. I valued his opinions, and he became a big influence on my life.
We continued our school years, and slowly drifted apart. It was only until I met a mutual friend, that we began seeing one another once again. We saw one another almost every weekend. He had a girlfriend, and I was in a serious relationship, but there was always this lingering innuendo of a secret romance. We restarted our phone-tag conversations, and his wisdom surpassed that of anyone else. I valued our friendship deeply. Again with our failed relationships we spoke back and fourth. I felt as though I gave him hope for the future, to not allow him to ?give up on women?. We began seeing one another on a one-on-one basis, and went on a number of dates. Bryan and I hung out with each other?s friends, and accordingly bonded. On January 6th, 2005, Bryan and I took our friendship to the next level, becoming an item.
Edited by PinkElafants1669 on Mar. 16, 2005 @ 11:56 PM
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