As I was lying down this afternoon with my book, a high school memory popped into my head…. a sweet, sweet memory of a boy I adored from afar. He had caught me at the math blackboard after school, gently took me into his arms and planted on my lips the sweetest, most heart-pounding kiss. We never dated or talked about it, but we always had that look when we’d pass each other in the hallways between classes.
Funny, as you get older you begin to see the things that stayed with you throughout your life; in bits and pieces that jump out without the slightest provocation.
Naturally, wanting to know, I looked him up online, and found he passed away almost two years ago from pancreatic cancer. He was a good man, and I’m crushed.
Another of life’s little journeys.