Lost opportunity I wasn’t sure which category to put this in

Lost opportunity I wasn’t sure which category to put this in

Was he holding a candle or not? He was a high energy, spastic kid when we were . Let’s him . We grew up together, along with a gaggle of others our age, one week a summer for thirteen years. It is just now dawning on me that he may have been the I had been seeking all along. I wonder if I am imagining the memories and my impressions, or if. Either way I am a loser at this point. I remember one time the teachers had us pair up where one of us would lead a classmate with their eyes closed by their name. He, another girl, and I were a trio as the oddballs of the group.

Then I had a brief fling with this other guy, who fell in love with me by all appearances ( love, you know)

He said my name soooo sweetly, so tenderly. It was sort of the point of exercise, but I haven’t heard anyone say my name like that ever. Then I remember one time he said he would be skipping the next summer, to attend a similar event at a different location. I believe I said I’d miss him, or maybe I just thought it. I remember he was someone always looked for when I arrived at the beginning of the week. At the same time, my expressed very openly a crush on this punk girl that arrived new in our teens. I was jealous, in the way, that I just thought the punk girl was taking her suitor for granted.

I didn’t really have any pain over the scenario, just eye android hookup apps rolling. I think I ‚forgot‘ about him awhile after that. Also we didn’t particularly hang out alone or even sit next to each other at meals. I don’t re having any conversations with him, actually. (mehr …)