First Love

It was August 26, 2000. I still remember the first time I saw him. He was wearing a bright yellow jacket with a white shirt beneath it. It was the end of my first day of middle school, and I was walking out of my English class. I turned to talk to my best friend, and there from beyond her shoulder I saw him. Everything at the moment seemed to freeze, and everything became blurred except for this beautiful boy in yellow. The world seemed frozen for at least an hour as I stood there and admired his beauty. Right then and there, I figured out that this was the guy I am going to marry. I watched as he grew closer and watched his long brown hair shine and sway in the light as he walked passed the blurred people and lockers of the hallway. It was right after this when we made eye contact for the first time ever. I remember his green eyes glistening staring right into mine for the split second. Although I wasn’t sure at that time if he actually noticed me, but I sure loved ever moment of it. When the world unfroze, I once again heard the voice of my friend, but still had no idea what she was talking about because I was still trying to figure out how I was going to meet this boy. Soon he was close enough to touch, but I did not dare to touch him. Not because I was shy, but because he had no idea who I was, and he would have no idea why I was touching him. When I snapped back to reality, my friend was still rambling on about something. I think it was about our English teacher and how he was hilarious, or it could have been about her mom buying apple sauce. Honestly, I have no idea what she was talking about, but I still just nodded my head in agreement to whatever she was going on about.
I took the bus home that day and the whole ride home, I thought about this long haired boy in yellow. What was his name? Did he have a girlfriend? Would he like me? All these questions were repetitively running over and over in my mind. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to go back to school the next day and hopefully find out more about this boy. It just so happens that I didn’t find any information about this boy because I didn’t see him again for about two weeks. I remember sitting at home one Friday night after school. At this time, I was becoming really good friends with the brother of my sister’s best friend, and I got a phone call. “Hey, Is Tricia there?” I stood for a second, and then responded with “yea, this is Tricia.” There was a pause and then the person on the other side of the phone said, “Ilan asked me to call you and tell you to get online”. I replied with “ok, but who are you?” There was another pause and then an answer. “This is Dennis.” I had no idea who Dennis was, but there was something about his voice I just loved. I said “ok” and we both said goodbye at the same time.
I went online, and I had two Instant messages, one from Ilan and one from another screen name I was unfamiliar with. It ended up being Dennis, and he said that he really wanted to meet me. I ended up meeting him at lunch, and it ended up being the boy in yellow. He was just as amazing as I thought he would be. The first place we hung out, out of school was at the movies with a bunch of other people. This is where Dennis and I had our first actual conversation face to face. It was during the previews before the movie started and I asked Dennis if he knew that Bambi, yes the deer, was incest. It was a really weird conversation but we both had great sense of humors so it turned out to be a great conversation that lasted for a good five minutes or so.
Dennis and I became official boyfriend and girlfriend shortly after that. I know that middle school love usually means you say hi to the person you’re going out with and tell all your friends all about it, but with Dennis and I, it was different. We hung out as much as we could. We had deep conversations about our lives, and about our feelings for each other. One night we even talked on the phone from 9pm until 5 am the next morning. Dennis and I actually planned out our life together. We planned to get married out of Michigan somewhere, and have four kids. They were all going to be pro skate boarders. Dennis and I figured we start training them around age 2 and by like 7 they would be Pro and signed with some major companies.
Once middle school ended, I knew things would be different in high school. I mean new girls, new guys, and new loves? I was really scared that Dennis would find someone else in high school and I thought the best way to prevent me getting hurt was to let him go. It was the hardest thing I ever did, and I still regret it to this day. He was my everything, the love of my life and I watched him slip away slowly and painfully. I even remember someone telling me that he was in love with another girl. Even though at this point we had been separated for over a year, and I had plenty of new crushes since then, I never felt such a sharp pain in my life.
Dennis was the first boy I said I love you too and meant it too. We lasted all through out middle school and went our separate ways in high school. In fact, in high school, we talked maybe six times in 3 years. It wasn’t until my senior year that I realized I still thought about him all the time. We got in contact, and we started over from new. Even though I doubt anything more then friends will come of me and Dennis now, I still think about how much I really did love him and still do. He taught me to believe in love at first sight, and I will always remember him as my first true love.