That one boy.

It’s been so long since that day that I can’t even remember his name, or facial features, but I do remember brown hair planted upon his head, but that’s it. He was my mother’s boss’s nephew, and there was only one day in my life that I had contact with him, but that was the most memorable day of my whole existence. More than any one of the little details, I remember quite clearly the words he spoke out loud to me that sent my very young heart into a raging fluttery plummet, which later when he was gone, I realized was love, an impossible love maybe, but love nonetheless. It’s hilarious, because I was only seven-years-old and he was fourteen, which it a very odd thing but I remember feeling it, and you can’t deny what you feel, and this was right when my daddy left home, when I needed a little loving more than ever.
If a seven-year-old child asked to play with me, I would gladly, but I’d treat them unequally. This boy treated me like I was his age, no greater no less. I had never seen anyone in my entire life who was like that, so equal to everyone, so caring. I remember I took him into my forest to go on a little adventure. He loved the forest and he ran along with me quickly, as I showed him the beautiful monuments of my woods. When we reached the top of my mountain, thunder boomed through the sky and lightning flashed. I said on the ground in fear and looked up at him and said, “We better go home! Its going to rain!” and that’s when he said the words that sent me into a very weird trance like state. “If it rains I’ll stand over you. It’ll be ok I promise. Lets go.” He said, while smiling and putting his hand down towards me to help me up. I don’t really know why I was so amazed, I just felt so touched. Nothing has ever or ever will amount to what I felt during those woods. I stood up and continued his and my journey, till we finally found our way home.
So much calm, so much care, this was my first experience with love, unfortunate enough for me I knew it could never be. Once the day was over and he went home, I never laid eyes on him again, and he disappeared from my memory until one fateful day I was reminded of his existence. Three years later I received such heart wrenching news that he had committed suicide. I shed tears for that nice boy I barely knew but loved more than anyone I had ever made contact with, for reasons unknown. It tore something in me, to know that a spirit like his was gone, such a nice spirit… I wish I could go back and visit him since now I am fourteen like he was when I met him. I would be able to love him as an equal, and maybe prevent his suicide somehow. I miss him more than I should for a boy I’ve only seen for one day.