First love... For me it was a girl with long, curly brown hair and these huge brown eyes. She was tan and tall for a girl, and she lived in a log cabin. We were on the swim team together in the 7th grade, and I never worked up the courage to ask her out until a few of my teammates told her I "liked" her. I was right there when they told her, too. I thought I would die from embarrassment when it came out, but I didn't, and she said "sure." Off to the races it was from there.
We'd kiss outside the YMCA after swim practice. We hung out together at her house almost every day after school when we didn't have practice. We'd have our parents drop us off at movies. We went everywhere together. We even spent the night together once or twice, though nothing came of it besides more kissing. It was every 12-year-old's dream relationship.
Then, at the beginning of 9th grade, the high school gossip engine started working its magic on the two of us. Rumors started floating around that she was pregnant by me, despite the fact that we were both still virgins. That, combined with this newfound social awkwardness that came with being a freshman, ended up tearing us apart.
For a while after that, I couldn't let her go. I had been shut down inside. I couldn't function for months. We still spoke sometimes, but I didn't know how to be just friends with her. I learned slowly. But then, she started dating this douchebag with a black belt and a chip on his shoulder who said that if I ever spoke to her again, he'd bring a gun to school and kill me. (Needless to say, my high school wasn't a great place to be.)
I ignored him. Kept talking to her. They ended up breaking up anyway.
She invited me to her 16th birthday party. She also invited another former boyfriend and, to my surprise, a former girlfriend. That night, after everyone else had left, I lingered for an hour or so and talked her through some of her relationship and sexuality issues. It was the first natural conversation we'd had in three years. For that, I got a kiss and an acknowledgement that she knew I still loved her. I was a true friend, she'd said. Nothing more, nothing less.
That was the last time I ever saw her. She's at some out-of-state college now, and all my attempts at getting back in touch with her have failed. She seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, in fact.
There are few things I wouldn't give to talk to her again.