The Idea of You

Today I was reminded by a post of another of my first love. I was so young and awkward then. It was eight grade and she was a year younger than I.

At that time, I walked to school and home almost every day. It was about a twenty-minute walk and I enjoyed it. Often I would find others to walk with me but even if not I would still walk alone.

Then I met her. She was, to me then, the most amazing person I had ever met. She was so pretty and easy to talk to. I could tell she felt as awkward as I did. I wanted her to be my girlfriend so badly, but I was shy and didn't ask then. I started walking twenty minutes out of my way just to walk her to and from school.

It was never planned. There was no I will meet you here or I'll see you in the morning. I timed it every day for months so that I would accidentally bump into her...every day. It took me two years to muster up the courage to kiss her.

We dated off and on all through high school, my college years, as well as the times in my adult life where I was single. We never really broke up, there was never anger or strife. We would just drift into each other's lives and then just as gently drift out again.

Sometimes the fairy book is true but more often not. She passed away several years ago from an accidental overdose of Tylenol. The post that reminded me asked the question "What would you say to your first love to let them know how your life was going now"

This is easy for me.

"I miss the idea of you in this world".

Never forget that those you love, those that are an integral part of your life, even though they may float in and out like a warm spring day; you may wake to the call that they have gone away.

Cherish them...