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A Narrative: My First Love

Short story By: Respirimusica
Memoir


A reflection I did for my College English class last semester. This is a very personal story I wanted to share


Submitted:Dec 11, 2009    Reads: 14,482    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Michael Healey
English
04/13/09
Narrative: My First Love
Love is a risky, foolish, yet rewarding game. Many think they will never fall prey to its seductive lure; I was one of those people. After just finishing with the last of my high school classes, the only thing that was stopping me from being a free man was senior prom and graduation. It was indeed a time in my life where things just seemed to go the way I wanted. My circle of friends revolved around four people, my childhood friend Joe, my unofficial sister Allison (who lived with me during senior year), and a friend of Joe's and Allison's who happened to be the S.O president, Nikki.
If you had told me back in January, when Nikki and I were first introduced, that she would become my fiancée I would have surly laughed at the mere suggestion. It's funny how life works sometimes.
Every Tuesday, from that day back in January, when we were first introduced, till the end of the school year, the four of us (Joe, Nikki, Allison, and I) would meet up at pizza hut after school to sit and chat about all aspects of life. We became close and the four of us were inseparable. We adopted the silly name "The Blue Eyes Club" simply because we all had blue eyes; o how we pretended to be so exclusive.
I can recall countless times, even in the dark of winter, when we would go to our secret beach and sit in this gazebo overlooking the ocean. Little did I know this spot would be wear I would propose to Nikki during a summer sunset.
I managed to get her a job with me later on in the year. Working together and going to school allowed the perfect recipe for a very close friendship.
So life went on and Nikki and I became closer. Prom and graduation were fast approaching and up too this point, I never looked at Nikki as anything more than a friend. She and I went to prom with different people, however that night things completely changed. After the prom both our dates went home. There was an after party that we were both very interested in going to. The kids name was Shamus, his family owned a bar and they were known for throwing amazing parties; his house was our destination. There was a couch bus that was transporting people from the prom to Shamus's house. I recall Nikki and me sitting next to each other and just taking random pictures and talking about the night. Already I noticed a bond developing; it was scary how much we had in common.
Arriving at the party, I believe we both wanted nothing to do with anybody else but ourselves. We sat on the deck just looking at the stars. That night was the first night I kissed her. We acted as if nothing happened and just considered it a onetime thing.
There was a week gap between prom and graduation, I recall only once during that time when we talked about that kiss. "Are you mad at me?" I asked very timidly, she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"No not at all." She responded with a look that I will never forget; a look that said "are you serious?!" her eyes said it all, this was only the beginning.
Graduation was next on the to-do list. It was a very thrilling day and Nikki was close to my side the entire time. Things were going well. Naturally there was a graduation party the following day, we were to bring tents and set them up in the back yard. So I bought a tent, Nikki came over a few times to practice setting it up. I'll never forget when we fell asleep in it out in my backyard; my mom thought we were insane.
We had just gotten out of work, the tent was in my backseat and it was time for the party. We arrived at the house and the smell of barbeque and the sound of music came from the backyard. We both knew it was going to be a good night. We set up the tent and just had a great time. That night our relationship took another turn for the better. By the time morning came we were walking to my car holding hands. It was not until later on that month when we decided to officially go out, it was right after I got back from my college orientation.
So we spent the summer working thirteen hour shifts at work, swimming in oceans and pools on our days off and late at night, and going to the movies whenever we wanted. Between you and me, Nikki and I started a riot at a concert one time; we knocked over the police and lead a crowd of hundreds over barricades and through a stadium. We went to Six Flags whenever we could, no matter how much I begged her she would never go on a rollercoaster. Allison was with us through it all. It was a wild time, an amazing summer with two of my most beloved people in the entire world.
That gazebo at our secret beach was the place I knelt down on one knee and proposed to her, the orange and purple sunset and the smell of the sea breeze locked this memory into my head, her saying yes made it all the more complete.
We all knew that summer was soon going to end, and with that we would all go our separate ways. I was going to Saint Johns, Nikki was going to a school upstate New York, and Allison was going to Canada. Joe slowly lost touch for that summer, I talk to him now more than ever; he stayed back out on Long Island.
That last day of summer came. I just picked up my last paycheck from work and in that parking lot, we said goodbye. There were tears; I recall that being the only time I ever saw Nikki cry. I knew there was no way I could comfort her, our relationship was about to change radically and we both knew it.
I got in the car and just cried, I cried for the memories that made my past all the more livable, I cried for the expected long periods of separation we would both experience, I cried for many things that day, but most of all I cried because I was leaving the life that I had worked years to build and it felt like it was all shattered in the course of one day. I pulled out of that parking lot and looked back in my mirror one last time; she was indeed the love of my life.
From that day on I would see her two months at a time if I was lucky to even get that. Eventually our dreams were smacked with the all too painful hand of reality. We realized that we were seeing less and less of each other and living two completely different lives. It wasn't going to work then, and that killed me to admit. We broke up after a perfect six month relationship, with that went our dreams of a house together, and our dreams of raising a family; we had already picked out a name for our child: Hayden Emerson Genovese. The day we broke up I think we both lost a part of ourselves, something that no amount of time could ever heal. Now all that remains are memories and dreams, dreams of my ideal future and memories of my ideal past.




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