Do you remember that first special guy or gal you met when you were around fourteen/fifteen years old? Your heart raced if you were in the same room, slash that, the same stadium they were in. Your palms would sweat, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. The mere act of talking was the biggest challenge, because your brain had turned into a substance that resembled the stringy gum they used to sell in drugstores. You know the kind you could pull and twist into different shapes while you consumed it.
Well I had one of those guys. When I was fourteen he lit my world on fire with just a look. He moved away when I was fifteen and we lost touch. I found out today he was killed this past Monday. He was 39 years old. And the really weird thing about it is I keep picturing him as he was the last time I saw him. A tall, strapping seventeen year old with sandy blond hair, sun tanned skin and full lips that always held an easy smile. Silly, eh?
Goodbye K. I’ll miss you.
October 30th, 2003
