In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Crush.”
Who was your first childhood crush? What would you say to that person if you saw him/her again?
My first crush happened when I was eleven, on a boy a year and two foot taller than me. We met on the first day of my-grade-five-his-grade-six year (we were in a composite class). At first, he just came off as weird, and was one of those guys that everyone got on with, but not many would actually go so far as to call him a friend.
Over the next couple of months we got to know each other better. He was so funny. Like, he could turn any situation into something worth laughing about. He had the class in stitches at least once a day. He was good to talk to, and would actually listen. That’s no small fete for a twelve year old.
Throughout the course of the year we kept getting closer, until I was choosing to hang out with him at lunch over my other friends. People started commenting, saying we were dating – a big, strange concept at that age. I didn’t really understand it, and I don’t think he did either, but I’m sure if this had of happened a few years later, we would have wound up together. Instead, we just kept up this awkward I-like-you-you-like-me friendship.
Then suddenly, it was over. School finished for the year, he went off to high school and we lost contact. This was about two or three years before MSN and MySpace really took off, and back then none of us had mobile phones. It was pretty much the end when you went to different schools, unless you called their home phone…and that wasn’t going to happen.
While I wasn’t in love with him, it was still my first taste of heartbreak. I missed him terribly that summer. Eventually, I got on with things, as we all do. I finished primary school and headed off to high school…the same one he went to. By then, over a year had passed since we’d seen each other, and that’s a long time when you’re young.
About a month or so into my first year at high school, as I was standing around waiting to go into class, he comes up to me out of the blue, a big goofy smile on his face. “Remember me?” he asks. I nod and say of course. We didn’t really have anything to talk about as so much seemed to have changed, and we didn’t try to talk again after that. Kind of sad how time changes everything, isn’t it?
If I spoke to him today, I’m not sure what I’d say. I suppose I should ask him if he wanted to get a drink, catch up, see how things went…you know, see if the connection is still there somewhere. Whether I would actually do that, though, I don’t know. Some things are best left in the past.