I love reading everyone’s stories here, and wanted to share one of my favorite memories that still gets me going years later.
I met Jay when I was too young to know he was nothing but heartbreak. We had become quite fond of each other instantly. Even as a young teen he was 6’4”, slender but toned, with red hair that went down his back, hazel eyes, and chiseled features. I was over a foot shorter, slender in that youthful way but quite curvaceous to his angular form, my hair was long and dyed black to highlight my grey eyes. Both pale enough to glow in the dark. We were beautiful together, even though we weren’t dating. It just never seemed like the right time. We loved each other in spite of it and told each other as much.
We went camping one July in a large field on one of those bright moonlit nights where everything is tinted that peculiar color of blue. Hot like a southern summer should be, clothes eventually being shed because of the oppressive humidity. Eventually there we were, in our underwear, under the moonlight on a blanket in that field. Friends since we were young teens, just chatting about life and death and everything in between.