I had a friend, a friend who was a boy, when I was a little girl. We were inseparable for years, and I adored him. He left halfway through elementary school, and I didn’t hear from him any more.
I went to an all-girls’ high school, and some friends convinced me to go to a dance at a boys’ school — we had to spend the night there and everything. It was weird. There was this black haired, blue eyed boy who kept looking at me and I thought, “Wow, he’s handsome! Why’s he checking me out?” and suddenly, he came up to me and said my name.
It was that same boy. We wrote to each other for a while, and it was good to know his dreams (medical school) and that he had turned out okay, after all.
I wonder about my childhood friends, about my high school sweetheart… if one of those boys-now-men stepped into my life, would I respond to him romantically? I think about one boy who was sweet and goofy and protective of me… last I heard, he’s a policeman down south somewhere.
But I don’t think I ever had a relationship like the two in this story from the Dallas Morning News. It seems that Karl and Holly’s mothers were best friends, and their kids were, together often. Karl, the oldest of the kids, would look out for Holly when the other boys ganged up on her. They grew up and grew apart, but when Karl’s, and then Holly’s, marriages fell apart, Karl wanted to be there to help her, like he always had. Holly struggled to make ends meet as a single mom, and Karl tried to smooth that passage for her. Their friendship and support grew into love, and they have been married for three years.
I love that stuff.
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