I had a conversation with Deseret today that brought back some old memories. We were talking about her summer job and she mentioned that one of my old high school crushes worked there too.
From a superficial standpoint he had a lot going from him. He was a swimmer and definitely had the build. He has a beautiful smile. When he talks, it sounds like he could swallow an orange. I guess from a less superficial view we did have a lot in common as far as interests go. Regardless, I was smitten.
We didn't see a whole lot of each other. My heart would flutter thinking about Saturday afternoons at about 10:45am (ish). I'd stand there with my Oreos anxious for him to approach. He'd talk about the cello and music, about his family, about school in a delightfully science nerdy sort of way...
One time he took me to a concert. I was in a sort of euphoria, even though we did get lost in Minneapolis/St. Paul. It was a month before the start of summer and my departure for my first semester at BYU. Shortly afterwards he wrote me a note saying he should have dated me instead of another girl... Needless to say, I was frustrated that by a twist of fate this all had happened less than a month before I'd go home...
Looking at things now, I know it would have never worked. However, the naustalgic side of me wonders what things would have been like if they'd been different.... Meh, oh well....
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