It’s Maggie’s turn to lead us into this weeks Throwback Thursday. The world is a difficult place to deal with right now. Blogging is a safe happy place and I am grateful to be a member of this community. Maggie explains all the possible ways to participate in the prompt this week. Head over to her blog to read about how you can join in and what questions she has provided.
This week’s prompt is: Your First Crush
My first real crush was a neighbor’s son. 🥰 I thought he was absolutely adorable. His name was Martin. We were temporarily living in an apartment while my mom looked for a house for us to rent. He was not a macho guy at all. In fact, he was a band nerd. (Just my type.). I was a freshman in high school, and he was a sophomore. We walked to school sometimes and talked about nothing important. At some point we talked about former “love interests” and we both lied through our teeth. Later, when we got to know each other better, we cleared the record.
I thought we were so cool, sitting on the stairs talking late into the night. My mom warned us about the “look” of impropriety if we were always not visible. I don’t remember getting bugged by my family. I didn’t want them to know anything about my crush and I said nothing about it.
I was sure I was in love. I was sure we would spend the rest of our lives together. When I learned, we were going to move, I told him, and he freaked out. He pledged to love me forever and made plans for how we could stay in contact. (No cell phones back the day.) The one phone we had was way too public to use for a private conversation. He told me about his plans for the future dances and events at the high school. It unnerved me that he was planning for so long in the future. I didn’t know how to handle it. I told him I needed some space, and he broke up with me. I was crushed. I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
When we moved, I thought of him all the time. I felt like I had clearly messed up the relationship. When I got my driver’s license I went back to the apartment complex, but he had moved. I never did get to say a proper goodbye or I am sorry.