You. You were the first. And I have to laugh, because my younger self was wild. I really thought the boy I met whilst he was vacationing and I was living in Menorca was somehow, going to miraculously come searching for me and confess his undying love for me. After meeting him just about twice, and hooking up with him once. Okay J Lo, yeah, it’s evident I’ve always believed in miracles (and I always, always will, life is one big miracle)!
You. You were the first. And I wonder if you’d even remember me now? Do you ever think of me? Do I ever cross your mind? It can’t have been love (obviously), because I just got distracted thinkin’ bout another love as I write this. Oops, my bad, sorry. Won’t happen again… 😉
You were the first. 22 (or was it 24? I can’t even remember). Blonde. And an absolute dreamboat. I remember seeing you as I chilled by the pool, you strolled past and I thought you looked so cool with a chain around your neck LOL, you were a Summer fling, just about. And I knew nothing about You other than your first name, your job title (I think I recall, you were a builder, but, I can’t even remember properly now, I know it was something along those lines) and I knew the county where you lived at the time of meeting you, who knows, I wonder if you still live there now, or if you’ve moved elsewhere.
At the time, I thought you were the best looking guy I had ever met (yeah okay, I’m shallow) and I seriously rated myself for having been able to ‘pull’ you (I feel like I’d never use that term now, but I don’t know how else to describe it ha ha). The confidence boost I needed, it always made me feel a little smug that someone that good looking had fancied me back! You were a spice, or so I thought at the time. You must be about 29 now, I wonder if you’ve aged well… ha ha, just kidding. You seemed like a guy who took care of himself, I’m sure you’re looking perfectly handsome, and hopefully you’re happy. Maybe you’re even settled down with a wife now? Who knows? I guess I may never.
I day dreamed about you for hours after our last encounter. I was on the ferry, on my way back home moving back to England and all I could think about was You. You consumed me. I’ve always been a ‘hopeless’ (or lemme say hopeFUL’) romantic and I believe in the fairy tale. Not that I’m bothered now either way because it was absolutely nothing serious and so long ago, but I do wonder if the Universe will ever bring us back together again randomly, not romantically obvs (but I guess who knows, crazier things have happened), but just in general. Like how can someone who played such a significant role in my story never pop back up? Because you’ve given me a great story to tell, that’s for sure.
I wonder if you’d even recognise me if we bumped back into each other one day, or if I’d even recognise you! What a world we live in. Two ‘lovers’ who may walk past each other in the street one day, not even realising the history they share as they look into each others eyes, maybe just a glance in passing. WILD.
I guess I don’t have a lot to say about You. You were just a fantasy. The beginning of my ‘love life’ journey… or were you? I definitely experienced feelings for people before You, but until you, nothing was ever that ‘real’, if you know what I mean? Before You, I’d hardly even kissed anyone!!! Oh… you did give me some stories to tell, that’s for sure, and you made my life sound a whole lot more exciting when I got back home and reunited with my friends from the UK. Thanks to you, I had experiences. Thanks to you, I had a story.
So thank you Aaron. Am I bold enough to say your name? Heck yeah I am! You probably don’t remember me anyway, if by some crazy twist of fate you happen to stumble over this blog post, you may not even realise I’m talking about You. But HEY! Who knows what the future holds? Maybe the Universe will have our worlds collide once more, if only for the Bants and Wildness. We love a story.
To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before blog series inspired by the Netflix film title ‘To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before’.