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There is that crucial moment in everyone's life when she learns how to love. That moment for me came at the end of November 1997 with a dark eyed, curly-haired boy named Adam. We spoke online in chat and spent hours on the telephone sharing poetry and dreams. Then he became my dream. We met three months later. I was a wreck waiting for his train to arrive. I waited silently from the platform as the boy with whom I shared my secrets climbed off the train. I held my breath till the crowd cleared and then I walked over to him ... his eyes lit up and we embraced. We stood there for minutes, forehead to forehead, staring into each other's eyes. I knew then, as I stood there breathing in his scent, that I loved him. Two weeks went by in a blissful daze; I'd come home from class and we'd spend hours talking, wrapped in each other's arms. But like all beautiful days, they quickly faded, and I realized he had to leave. We stood again, forehead to forehead, waiting for his taxicab. Tears streamed down his face as he told me not to cry. I cried harder when the cab arrived. We promised to get together that spring. Two thousand miles could not keep up apart. Spring came and I flew out to his home in the mountains of North Carolina. I got off the plane and fell into his arms. He kissed me and swept me off of my feet -- and I could fly. We hiked to the top of the waterfall by his house where he took out a ring and placed it on my finger. His hands were cold as he whispered, "I love you." My breath rose in steamy waves, and I was warm. We planned to be together forever. When I got on the plane and waved goodbye, I felt the same agonizing pain. I couldn't wait to be back with him. An addict can only stay away for so long. That summer was the summer my heart died. I sat at the payphone, crying my eyes out, in the lodge of the camp where I was working. The distance that had tested us so many times before was finally consuming what we had and, with it, my heart. My love that I had laid with and made love to under a velvety sky was letting someday go, for never. I stared at the growing wet spot on the wooden floor where my tears were falling and felt myself breaking away, piece by piece, with their descent. I realized long after losing him that he marked my soul. He taught me to love, to climb waterfalls, and to exhale pain like air. He gave me the knowledge that life is not a watercolor painting of cool spring days and silver rings of promise. It can be soft like cotton candy or fracture into a thousand pieces, but the stains it leaves won't wash off. And maybe I don't want them to. |
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