I was sixteen, and had just started my very first job. It was the glamorous position of McDonald's employee. There was a community college in my town, and we had a few people who worked at McD's from college as well as high school. His name was Kyle, and he was adorable. Funny, actually did his job, cute...I was quite thoroughly smitten.
After a week or so of working together, he'd let me look at his class ring. We got busy pretty quickly after that, and I forgot to give it back to him. When I got home, I was sure he'd be upset when he realized I'd "stolen" it. The next day, I was at home between school and work, and there was a delivery truck that pulled up. My mom had terminal cancer, and I was used to flowers and balloons. Imagine my surprize when the delivery guy asked for me. It was from him. A balloon attached to an enormous Wyle-E-Coyote (from Looney Tunes). The card: Here's your very own "Kyle E Coyote" to have when I'm not around.
Cheesy, but to a kid whose sick mom got most of the attention at home, it was incredibly sweet and added to my infatuation. At work that night, he asked if I'd be his girl, keep the ring, and whatnot.
All was well for a couple of days, until my parents realized that my new boyfriend was nineteen, almost 20. Scandalous, they thought.
We dated a little, I took him to church, he went. It was puppy love, I guess. It was the first thing I thought of as love anyway. I really cared about him. He did little things, probably what most guys his age would have done, but I was a kid, and it was wonderful.
Eventually, I was forced to break up with him by my parents. I really hated it, and missed him. Spent many sleepless nights pining over him. He had a female friend come to my house with a song he'd written for me. Really sweet. In a time of 2-3 week courtships, this five month long ordeal was a little crazy.
My mom died that spring. I hadn't talked to him at all in a few months, but he came to the funeral. He didn't let me see him, but gave his number to a friend of mine, wanted me to talk to him...
He used to drive around, following me, knowing I was forbidden to see him. I was so miserable, because I thought I loved him...didn't understand why he was hanging around a kid when he could have had older girls.
Lost him when I moved away to college...always wondered about him. Wondered what happened to him. Today, I get a message on facebook that he wants to add me as a friend. Two chubby babies, a wife...wonder why he's still thinking about me? And why after fifteen years, my heart did a little leap when I saw his name?