my first love was a boy

PUBLISHED 16 March 2009 01:23

I don’t tell the story because I don’t want people to doubt that I fell in love at 13. He was exactly what I was looking for and I didn’t even know it.
He made me laugh.
He made me laugh even though he was in so much pain.
We hung out by the fire hydrant in front of my best friend’s house all summer. That’s where he told me he wanted to be my boyfriend.
In my state of shock, I still said yes.
We talked on the phone every chance we got.
He was in and out of the hospital for chemo. We sent secret messages and notes through my best friend/ his cousin.
Our first kiss tasted fruity because he was chewing bubble gum. Soon after, he confessed that he loved me at the end of one of our phone conversations.
I said it back to him over and over again.
He died that summer.