The First Man Who Loved Me :: How The Story Ended

I love this song. I love this video. * dreamy sigh * I want this.

You’re gonna have to read this if you want to understand the rest of this story.

Go on. I’ll wait.

So I was pretty scared and pretty nervous the rest of that day. I didn’t know what to think because I didn’t know what love was outside the realm of my family and pets. I didn’t know how to handle this boy who was telling me he loves me, thinks I’m his shining star and who is risking getting in HUGE TROUBLE by stealing school supplies to make me jewelry.

Talk about gangster.

In case you forgot, we were in 3rd grade. We haven’t even hit puberty yet but THIS GUY was apparently light years ahead of everyone else, myself included. Either that, or he just really loved me.

So there I was waiting and wondering when he was supposed to come to me. I can’t remember what time it was but I remember my classmate coming up to me.

“Oh, hey…look, I can’t really talk right now. I’m supposed to be waiting for someone…”

I remember he was scuffing his feet and he was looking at the ground.

“Uh….yeah….I know.”
“What? How do you know that I’m….waiting…for…”
“Um….well…..because it’s me….here, I made this for you too.”

I felt my mouth drop open and I looked down at what as glinting in his opened hands.

It was the matching bracelet to the necklace he’d made for me out of staples.

This guy had mad crazy game…and what’s so funny is that he wasn’t even trying. He was just naturally sweet and eons beyond where I was.

I’m sad to say that my sense of romance back then is nowhere near where it is now. In fact, it was nonexistent back then. I didn’t know what to do so I did the only thing I knew to do. I told on him.

* SIGH *

He got so busted. I don’t think I ever talked to him again for the rest of the year. His friends would come up to me and tell me that I was so mean to him, how could I break his heart, blah blah blah…but, seriously, what the hell was I supposed to do?!

I got transferred to some crazy elite all girl prep school the year after so we lost touch. When I came back to that school a year after that, things were different. We started carpooling and became friends. He tried to teach my brother how to say “I Love Mama” and never lost patience with him when all my then 2 year old brother could say was “I Mama!!!”

He thought it was the funniest thing he ever saw. He loved my brother. My brother adored him. In fact, my brother still asks me about him to this day.

As you can see, I’ve never forgotten him. He apparently never forgot me either because a few years ago, I got a message on Friendster (yeah, remember that?) from him. I wasn’t sure if it was really him because instead of a picture, it had a photo of what looked like Yoda getting stoned. Ugh. Gross.

Anyway, the message said something like :

Hey, Bonnie. I don’t know if you remember me but I’m LoverBoy. I used to have a crush on
you in 3rd grade, actually i made you a braclet made of staples, but you just slapped me and told
on me….thanks alot… no really, long time no talk.

Seriously, how am I supposed to forget him? He was the first person who ever loved me enough to do all that for me AND we were only in grade school. Talk about pure and innocent puppy love…or maybe it wasn’t puppy love. Maybe it was simply love in its purest form.

Come to think of it, he’s probably the reason why I am the way I am today. That’s another story for another day.

I can’t remember if I messaged him back. I’m pretty sure I did…but I can’t find that message. I hoped I told him of course I remembered him because I never forgot him, how sorry I was for telling on him and now that I’m old enough to appreciate such things, I thought he was so sweet…and that I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate it back then…and for getting him busted.

We’ve since lost touch. I have no idea where he is. I’ve heard about what he was up to but that was years and years ago.

People always ask me why the greater majority of the guys I date are Korean. All I can do is point them to this story and say “I can’t help it. The force has always been strong with me” because I don’t know what else to say. Haa haa haa.

Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t told on him. I can picture us coloring together and sharing our favorite markers. Would that have been strong enough to carry us through high school? College? Would we be married by now? Our moms were already friends so I don’t think Mrs. Min would’ve been a crazy mother in law…but my imagination is running away with me because the answer to all these questions is simply “Who knows?”

I’m just happy I have this sparkling memory to hold.

2 Responses to “The First Man Who Loved Me :: How The Story Ended”
  1. Steve says:

    …and nothing of value was lost.

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