(all this junk is unedited,, so basically it's only for me but I'm sharing it with others)
I didn't believe in love at first sight until I made eye contact with him.
it wasn't really love at first sight, I'll admit, it was really just me in my room and him on his roof, and we just happened to look at each other.
However, when I saw him, I was sure I fell in love with every perfection and flaw of his being, but to him, I was only a neighbour.
Because of our close distance and age, our friendship was inevitable. our friendship grew stronger and stronger;
he would come over, we'd hop my fence and run to the forest trails or to the lake, and we would talk about nothing and everything until the sun went down.
the winters were the hardest, as the lakes were frozen over and he couldn't skate, and the forest was too cold even for the squirrels.
in the winter time I stayed at home and hung out with my sister, and he died.
it happened very suddenly; his death.
he wanted to try and skate for the first time, to prove to me he could, but the lake wasn't completely frozen over, and no one was out that late but him.
they found him three whole days later after he was announced missing and his dad, Dave, called our house.
my mom sat me down and talked in the old-fashioned calm mom way.
She rubbed my back and had no fucking clue what to do.
not like it's her fault, I highly doubt they covered this shit in the parenting books; what author would assume the parent's kid's first love will die suddenly because of hypothermia?
literally none of them.
anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I should've started like this.
