What you are about to read is my Day 2 assignment for Writing 101. I look forward to your comments.
If I could zoom through space in the speed of light, I’d run back into the arms of my first love and when we first met.
I met my first love when we were 12 years old. We were both musicians, or at least we were learning to be musicians. He already had a “girlfriend”, but as far as I was concerned the sun rose and set in glorious colors when he was around.
But he didn’t notice me. Not right away anyway.
Then one day, it happened. He walked up to me after music class, and said, “Here. I’d like you to be my girlfriend”. Into my hand he put a small gold-plated pin that resembled a treble clef. I was thrilled. It’s been nearly 42 years since that day, and that pin has been in every purse, backpack, and hospital room ever since.
At our 30th high school reunion (2009) we met up again, and I showed him that I still had the pin, and he was speechless, which he hardly ever was.
As I write this I wonder, when I come to his mind does he still think of me as his first love? I hope so, because in the arms of my first love I felt safe and protected.