That summer was like a wake up call for my soul. I still did not understand the full extent of what had happened on that fateful day, but I believe that emotions are the realest form of truth, if you interpret them correctly. The weeks after we met were some of the most thrilling times in my life. Except this was different. This wasn’t just some summer crush, nor was it just an exciting escape from the heavy, monotonous drone of summer that seeps into you like the hot and humid air. No, this feeling inside me persisted long after the season began to change. If lust is like the weather, love is more like the climate: You have hot days and cold days but over time, the climate remains steady.
Unfortunately, the weather became very rough indeed. Timing was the first obstacle to try and stop this love before it began. Perhaps it was a test, or perhaps the Universe just wanted to play a cruel joke on me, I may never know. But the first girl I truly was in love with was unavailable to me. In fact, she had just gotten back together with her high school boyfriend of three years when I met her. God only knows where I would be now if we had met just a week earlier, but I can only believe that things happen for a reason. On the surface, I realized that I would just be wasting my time trying to pursue this girl, but emotions are a strange and powerful thing, and something inside of me told me that what I felt was more than just lust or desire. So, I had to settle on a friendship. And we rapidly became good friends. It was almost as if we had known each other all of our lives. I had never felt more comfortable sharing myself with anyone else before. Band practice began to play a central roll in my life. Not only was this time the best the band had ever played, but I also had this exhilarating little secret to look forward to each time. I couldn’t get enough. I could only hope that she felt the same way.
To be continued...
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