Tomorrow is my ten year high school reunion. I have mixed feelings about celebrating this completed decade of adulthood. My senior year was one of the greatest years of my life. No, I didn't party like it was 1999 (even though it was, in fact, 1999) but I did meet this intelectual, wonderful, thought-provoking, heart-piercing boy... and promptly made him my boyfriend. He was the slightest bit younger than me, so he is not a member of my graduating class. Sadly, thankfully, there is no need to obsess about running into said ex at the reunion.
As implied above, he isn't the man I ended up marrying. Le sigh. There is something to be said for first loves, whether it's "What was his name again?" or "My heart still skips around four beats when I think of him/ look at old pictures of us together/ stalk his facebook page." When I think back to high school, I will always think of him. I feel a little bit sad about the reunion. Wow. Ten years later and I am still heartbroken about the path I chose to walk down -- without him.
Erm.
Moving on.
As I reunite with the class of '99 tomorrow, I will remember that I'm probably not the only one who isn't where she thought she'd be and I will try to find peace with being exactly where I am.
As implied above, he isn't the man I ended up marrying. Le sigh. There is something to be said for first loves, whether it's "What was his name again?" or "My heart still skips around four beats when I think of him/ look at old pictures of us together/ stalk his facebook page." When I think back to high school, I will always think of him. I feel a little bit sad about the reunion. Wow. Ten years later and I am still heartbroken about the path I chose to walk down -- without him.
Erm.
Moving on.
As I reunite with the class of '99 tomorrow, I will remember that I'm probably not the only one who isn't where she thought she'd be and I will try to find peace with being exactly where I am.
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First school crush was Renee Rosalita Manriquez.
Fortunately, Rebecca was two years my junior and went to a different high school. Oh, and I didn't bother going to the ten-year reunion. My son was being born. I felt this was slightly more important than reconnecting with people I couldn't stand.
And, yes, Rebecca made my heart skip four beats. And she caused me to staple my fingers together.