Looking for hope

I danced in the talent show. I had finished. He bummed a clove cigarette off me. We both smoked blacks at the time.

He was gorgeous and...flash forward...AP Biology and Art class. He was talented and super smart. He painted an albatross and I painted a wood duck–Egg tempera for our project. We used to barely say much to each other because we were so nervous around each other.

Eventually I moved from the table I was at to the table he was at, by invitation. It was just us at our own table. Mostly we said nothing. Didn't need to. Just communicated in looks if that makes sense. It's not like we never spoke but—We just communicated so differently. I LOVE TO TALK, typically. Not communicating with words was pretty easy for us. I've never had a relationship where I have ever felt so connected to someone. I'm over it now but if there was a guy I'd never get over it would be him.

So eventually he invites me over comes to pick me up after school and take me to his place in this vintage Bel Air. We listened to Talkie Walkie by Air in his room. He had an awesome room.

His mom collected stuff with roosters on it. I was having a nervous moment where I was feeling awkward with the non-verbal thing. I remember saying to him, "Wow your mom really has a lot of stuff with roosters on it." Then he kissed me. I was so crazy about this guy from the moment I met him.

So...he and I were inseparable. I can't listen to that AIR album without getting all teary.

Totally my best friend and companion for 2 years...used to make art..and listen to vinyl and sculpt in an old train depot at his place or we'd throw parties. The band would practice or play. Go camping or exploring in the woods. Go to the mountains. Go to concerts. Everything was an adventure and we didn't really HAVE to speak to communicate sometimes. He was *perfect.

But he is married now. But he'll always be perfect to me.

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