I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. We met when we were both still young and naive. It was our senior year in high school and I had transferred to your school. You were in my homeroom, but I would not know that till much later.
Your mom would be the one to introduce us formally. I saw you that day when a car came barreling down our normally quite street dragging a man. All the neighbors came running. You with your blonde hair and brown eyes. I thought you were the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
After all the commotion I was talking to my neighbor and another woman about what had happened and about the very cute blonde hair guy. The lady started to laugh and proclaimed that is my son you are talking about. I could have died right then and there. About that time you rounded the corner in your dune buggy.
Your mom waived you over and introduced us. Of course being of fair complexion I am sure that you thought something was wrong we me. I was bright red. When you smiled at me so did your eyes. That night you took me for a dune buggy ride. I would not believe anyone if they would have foretold of that summer.
A love affair that would carry on for several years after. Whether it was through letters, phone calls and the occasional face to face meeting. It amazes me how I remember the details so vividly like it was yesterday. Maybe I should put pen to paper and share the intimate details in one of those trashy chick novels.
Maybe one of these days I will get up the nerve to call you or email you and get to see those brown eyes again.
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