The first love of my life was Robert. Love may be too strong a sentiment, since I only knew four things about him.
I swooned after this guy. Every day at recess I had a hyper awareness of his presence, even from a distance. I dreamed of walking up to him, and asking him if I could join him on the swings.
Alas, Robert moved to a different school midway during the year, and I never saw him again. Any potential at a relationship was thwarted by external forces. I never had my chance to profess my feelings for him, and eventually moved on with my life.
- He was in kindergarten, like me.
- His name was Robert. I knew this because I overheard another boy call out his name in the school hallway.
- During recess, his habit was to sit for great lengths on the swings. He didn’t actually swing; he simply sat there dragging his shoes through the sand.
- He was the best dressed kid in school. Seemingly unaware that the unstated boy uniform was a t-shirt and shorts, Robert wore button-down shirts, tailored shorts, and my favorite, a gray tweed vest.
I swooned after this guy. Every day at recess I had a hyper awareness of his presence, even from a distance. I dreamed of walking up to him, and asking him if I could join him on the swings.
Alas, Robert moved to a different school midway during the year, and I never saw him again. Any potential at a relationship was thwarted by external forces. I never had my chance to profess my feelings for him, and eventually moved on with my life.
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