Sunday, June 19, 2011
Day 2~ Best Love...what they meant/mean to you...
I met him my freshman year in high school. He was a senior. He was on the football team. I was on the pom squad. On game day he would always make comments about my thighs...
Fast forward a couple years and a few months after the breakup of Day 1, we started talking. I was 17, he was 21 and my mom had issues with that, though I was soon to be 18.
After his aunt had a talk to my mom, we were cleared to date.
We did everything together. He was protective of me. I was included in all family gatherings and holidays. He wanted to buy me a car, so I'd have my own transportation. When a guy at work disrepected me, he went up to the job and handled things. When I thought I couldn't handle things at home and called myself running away from home, he came to the city I was in to bring me back home.
He was a wonderful boyfriend.
He showed me love in every way. He even had his aunt teach him how to make chicken cacciatori for me.
I still remember the white sweater he bought me for Christmas, our first year together.
When I went away to college, he was such a great boyfriend, I didn't even think about cheating on him.
When I came home that Christmas, he bought me my first VCR, to my mother's disdain.
When I came back home for spring break, he broke up with me. He never told me why, but I suspect he thought I was seeing someone at school. I didn't date until a month after we broke up, but I always wanted to know why.
We talked a few times in the 90's, but he'd changed. I'd gained the freshman 20 (yeah, the overachiever I am) and he didn't like that. He thought that making snide remarks would make me lose it. Of course, since I'd turned into an emotional eater, it helped not one iota.
Fast forward almost 20 years...we reconnected on Facebook. It was good while it lasted, but not too long ago I noticed we are no more.
Oh well, I wish him, his wife and their beautiful son well...