Story of M cont. The Teen Years

My time with M was along time ago, we were in High School, I was a 14 year old freshman with a smart mouth and with a woman’s body and he was a sophomore on the varsity football team with a body of a man and he took it upon himself to tame me. Both of us were mature for our age, in comparison to others in our grades.  We weren’t each other first girl friend/boy friends. But he was the first one that I loved.  We never did make love while we were in High School…  I had two very close male friends that cared for me very much, they were older.  They were juniors at the time MH and CH could tell how M and I were feeling for each other.  They knew me by way of my sister; they were her future bother and cousin in-laws.  They knew M by way of the Football Team. CH was the one to introduce me to M, and he was always in tune to how M and I connected from the first time we met.  He was giving both of us a ride home from a game.  Anyway, I found out years later that M’s and I growing apart later that year was due to the two of them.  They some how convinced him that he needed to stay away from me that I was too young and it was CH that I believed talked with MH about my relationship with M  So we drifted… it broke my heart, I couldn’t get over him. I didn’t understand why, I didn’t know they had threatened him with sever bodily harm. I think that was a turning point in my life, I could feel it change direction.  It would never be the same; I wouldn’t go down that path of young love and mistakes that come from passion, at such an early age.

M and I never fought ever, we were so happy; I didn’t know what happened, or what I did that was so wrong that made M drift away from me. We’d talk once and a while but it was like we couldn’t talk more than the casual type of conversation or it would start up again, he wouldn’t let it, he was now the strong one.  Our communication was short the “How is everything with you” and “Got to go, late for class” type of conversation.  He always walked away with his head looking down at the ground.   I cried for a week when he graduated.  I couldn’t believe that I’d never see him again.  He’d go off and do what he had to do for his life. I and had heard he was joining the military, and I…. I was stuck there in High School.  I could have graduated early, I had the credits but that wouldn’t have changed things with him and me. Plus there were things I still had to do my senior year, even though it was a very hard year for me emotionally I stayed and graduated with my class.  He was gone and out of my life. I never got the feeling that we were done. It wasn’t the “I don’t have closer” type of feeling. It was more like “My Love, we’ll met up again one day.” It wasn’t a hope, it was a knowing.  I’d think that, but my conscious mind would bring me back and I’d push down that feeling of knowing and I’d tell my self “If not here on earth, then in heaven.”

I Thank God I was right. J