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The Preacher's Daughter
I was the eighth grade football captain. She was the preacher's daughter. There was enough small town cliché there to choke Norman Rockwell. I was still in junior high and she had moved to the big high school. I look back at those days and my senses were pure and gathered everything. Her smell, her look, her feel, all ripe for a boy whose hormones had begun to vibrate like an engine. I exchanged notes I had written the night before to her through her little sister, who shared the bus ride with me each day on our way to school. Thinking back, my face reddens at how many of those notes that girl read before she passed them on. We used to lie in her room and listen to records ... Air Supply, I remember. I went to her high school dance that fall. Fruit punch, corduroy suits, and slow dances dominate my memories of that school gym. Every song had meaning. We shuffled to the slow songs, swaying back and forth to the beat, staring into each other's eyes. I stole as many unrehearsed kisses as I could before each song ended. I wish I remembered more. My days with her run in my memory like a slide show instead of a movie. Bits and pieces come to mind, but never a full scene. My senses were numb most of the time with this new experience of love. Things that matter today didn't even come into the picture. Her clothes, her money, her job, these things didn't matter. It was love untainted by the life experiences that makes love so difficult today. I really cut my romantic teeth that year. With one girl, I had my first kiss, bought my first flowers, and in the end, had my first heartbreak. Shortly after that dance, she found someone else. He was a senior. She told me at a basketball game right next to the concession stand. I cried the deepest cry I've ever experienced that night when I got home, screaming into the pillow my vow to win her back. I, of course, never did. I know those days were nothing but puppy love. I know the stakes weren't very high. I know everyone goes through what I did. But, I look back on my first romance with reverence because it's never been like that again. I've never loved so innocently and, maybe fortunately, I've never hurt so deeply.
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