He was my first… distraction.
I called it love, but who really knows at that age. Even still; when we fought like cats and dogs I still loved him terribly. Even when he was an jerk and I was a bitch, I still loved him. We took care of each other.
I’d like to know him now. I’d like to see his face and know that he’s OK. He was a gentle person and would have been a good man, if he’d only had a chance.
There are many times during the year that I think of him, but today is the hardest day. For 12 years I have prayed for his soul on this night; my first boyfriend, my first love, my first distraction.