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Anything For Her
I was probably one of the dorkiest junior high kids you'll ever see. I was shy and awkward, hesitant and apologetic in my demeanor. I had a handful of good friends who came with me from grade school but we were split up across classes and I only saw them once in a great while, so I felt pretty much on my own. It was all so completely new to me. Even though it was 20 years ago there is still one moment from my first day of classes at New London Junior High that I will never forget. It was in music class. I was sitting in the front row waiting for class to begin when she sat down next to me ... and I was lost instantly. She had the most mischievous, bewitching eyes, a smile that could disarm anyone and there she was, sitting next to me and smiling at me. It was a great effort but eventually I was able to focus on what was going on in class. Half-way through the class the teacher who taught band came in and said that there were a few openings left for a beginning instrumental class -- was anyone interested in transferring? My hand shot up the moment I saw Liz raise hers. Over the years that followed, we became better and better friends. Through high school we took more courses together and the two of us did a summer theatre workshop a couple years in a row. By senior year we were the very best of friends. I'd go over to her parents' house for dinner (even called them Mom and Dad) -- but all the while she never knew how I really felt. I was completely head over heels in love with her but could never figure out how to tell her. And now that we were as close as we were it seemed somehow that much harder. As senior year was coming closer and closer to an end a sense of urgency began to grow. Soon we would be packing up for college and going our separate ways. Neither of us was involved in a relationship at the time, so one day I finally told her. I can't remember what I said or how I said it. All I can remember about that day is the way she reacted. As if I had betrayed her. We hardly spoke to each other for the remainder of the year. As graduation grew nearer, we started to warm up to each other again -- but by then it was too late. Pretty soon she'd be going her way and I'd be going mine and we both knew it. I talked to her not too long ago, called her out of the blue. We laughed and talked, caught up for a while. I don't regret having never been more than a friend to her -- it's our friendship I miss the most.
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