Day 2: Your First Love

Not much to talk about here, I guess. It lasted for a chunk of the summer after ninth grade. Just before we moved back to Minnesota, things ended on a pretty sour note, and we never spoke again. I’m okay with it, really — she was way out of my league, and I ultimately learned a lot from the experience. (Though it wasn’t until much later that I really analyzed the whole debacle and applied the knowledge gained.)

I don’t have that stereotypical “thirtysomething-dude-need” to contact her and see how her life is going. It’s not that I bear any ill will or anything like that. My life is full and complete and happy without knowing, as strange as that may sound.