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First
Love: Memories of Him
Carol Roach
After a few years of
chasing boys and rainbows, I met him or at least I saw him
again,when I was 16. The first time I laid eyes on him I was
14, I won't tell you his age. He dismissed me. I was a
child. He was an adult. He was gorgeous. But at 14, he did
not even look at me.
I remember those
beautiful green puppy dog eyes that would change at a drop
of a hat, sometimes wicked, sometimes soothing, but always
sexy. I could always tell when he
was lying to me; his
eyes spoke the truth.
He was a player. He
couldn't get over how as young as I was, I could tell when
he was lying. No other "woman" could. He couldn??™t lie to me.
His eyes always revealed the
truth.
My friend and her
mother lived in the same rooming house as his dad. He would
come to visit his dad, and then his visits seemed to stop. I
forgot about him and life went
on. Until one day he
returned, two years later, and the same feelings welled up
inside of me. I told my friend that I just had to have him.
She thought that I was crazy. He was an elusive bird, no
woman, especially a girl, could tame him.
This time he noticed
me. I did everything I could to make myself visible,
including visiting his dad many more times than I care to
mention just to see if he was there.
He had started a small
business with his cousin. I purchased constantly even though
I didn't need anything. I even left the security of my
friend to venture out alone.
I passed by his
apartment, rang the bell, and gave some lame excuse why I
needed to be there. I was surprised that he was alone. He
invited me in. He was playing Marvin Gaye's ???Mercy Mercy
Me???; it was the best memory of my life.
I could never cage him.
I could never tame him. He was wild and free. But I loved
him with every ounce of my being. Eight months later, he
found someone who couldn??™t tame
him, but was able to
clip his wings. He married her. She was six years older than
he. She was an older version of me he told me. I was too
young I was 16.
For four years I cried
over him. I wouldn't look at any other guy. No one can
measure up when you??™re in love, especially when it is your
first love. I gave him my heart; I had but one heart to
give.
Then, I met the man I
was going to marry. He reminded me of him. The marriage
didn't last. My husband was not him. Ten years later, I
finally gave up the ghost. I erased him from my heart
forever.
Carol Roach
winterose@videotron.ca
Carol Roach is a
published writer and newsletter editor. You can purchase
her book: Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey at
www.publishamerica.com, or
www.amazon.com. You can also go to your local bookstore
and order it there as well. Carol is currently working on
her second novel.
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