Remember your first crush? Think about that very first object of your affection. Oh, the sweaty palms. The swoony feeling in your stomach. Tell us the story of your first crush. What was it about this person that made your heart pound? Was the love requited? Change the names to protect the guilty or innocent if you must! No judgement here. Happy Valentine’s Day!
It started as classic story of young, summer love that continued for almost three years. We had just moved into the neighbourhood. He was the tanned, dark-haired, grey-eyed nephew of the rather glamorous lady next door. Her even more glamorous sister and brother-in-law had business abroad and they could not take their son with them.
We were inseparable – he would be there at my back door every morning, come rain, come sunshine, and we would spend our days just being together. I don’t really remember what we did every day, only that I was his world and he was mine.
It all came to an end when his parents finally got settled abroad and he went to join them. My five-year old heart was broken.