You never forget your first crush, or so the saying goes. No matter how
divergent I try to be, I’m no exception to that common statement; my first
crush is still stamped on my mind even though I’m not a romantic. To actually get
myself in the mood to write this piece, I’m listening to love songs by the band
with the animal-inspired name: The Beatles.
I've had a lot of crushes and even some serious
relationships since my first – there was Victor, Aiden, Clint (affectionately
nicknamed “Spider” because he was all legs), to name a few, and most recently, Alex.
Victor and I were
short-lived. He was needy, and I loved him, but things didn't work out. He met
this great girl and they hit it off. I saw them jumping around together one
day, and I had to be happy because they looked so good. I guess their
personalities just worked for them.
“Spider” was too young
for me. You know, sometimes you just have to have this spring fling with a
cutie…
Of the four, Aiden was by far the most accomplished.
But he was the oldest. I was fascinated by him. He approached me, all proper,
helpful, and amazing. And beautiful!! He had dark, wavy hair and big, soft
brown eyes. When he listened, you knew he was immensely intelligent. It didn't
take me long to fall hard and fast. He was constantly teaching me and making
fun of my mistakes, but we never even disagreed about anything. Obviously we
didn't last long because he ended up with someone with far more talents than I
had at the time. I wonder what we would've happened if we’d gotten together a
couple years later.
My relationship with Alex lasted the longest of the
four. He was gorgeous – tan with blue eyes and a wild side. We had a
complicated relationship because he was creative and a little moody (and I’m creative
and moody, too). He dumped me in a corner on Christmas Eve one year. Can you
believe that? And sometimes he didn't like to listen, which everyone knows
drives a girl absolutely crazy! But I adored him. I had a lot more going for me
when we met and started hanging out. We did so many special things together; he
was a lot of firsts for me. When our relationship was good, we were such
show-offs. Then, I left for college … and you know how that goes. Long distance
is impossible.
Anyway, what am I
saying? I wanted to talk about my first crush: Ludan. He was tall, dark,
strong, older than me with a little foreign blood, a deep tone, beautiful eyes,
and a gentle manner – basically everything a girl could ever want. I mean … and
I was just a klutzy thirteen-year-old at the time.
When we met, I felt
like our relationship was somehow arranged. His copper-haired friend nudged him
toward me just as my blonde friend nudged me toward him. We saw each other from
afar, but our gaze held, and his eyes made me stand still. I was thinking, This is going to happen! For the very first
time, this is going to happen to me!!!!!!
I couldn't wait to see
him again because I was dying to spend some time with him. Unfortunately, he
was busy. One of his friends was hurt, and then, we had a huge snowfall that
blocked the roads, and I couldn't go and see him for two whole weeks. I
contented myself by speculating about him in my diary. Will he like me? Will we get along? He’s so gorgeous! When will I get
to see him?
Yeah. Sometimes we
girls can jump far ahead. I’m not even sure he was giving me a second thought
those two weeks.
You could probably say
that it was love at first sight, and I wouldn't correct you.
When we got to see
each other again, we spent an extended period of time together. At first, I was
afraid of him, nervously stepping around him, staring dumb-founded, very unsure
of myself. Gradually, he made me understand that he would never hurt me.
We worked on figures together. I knew that he had
already done similar figures many times, but he was patient with me, and I fell
in love instantly with his quiet, dark eyes and his willingness to compensate
for what I still couldn't do. I was a beginning, star-struck klutz just moving
out of middle school and into the big world of decide-what-you-like-and-do-it.
It didn't take me very
long to discover that he exceeded all my dreams. That realization opened up my heart
and my mind. Pretty soon, we were watching shows together on some weekends, and
we attended some events together on other weekends. I met all of his friends
and they all loved me. All my friends announced that we were a pair. I wasn't
always sure what his friends whispered to him, but I hoped for only good things
since they all loved me. I baked him special treats since the way to his heart
was sometimes through his stomach. I liked going out with him, especially when
the weather was nice.
Once, we sat under a weeping willow and shared an
apple. That moment was romantic. Our favorite season was fall. I liked it best
because there were so many more events to attend in the fall; he liked it best
because the flies and the heat weren't so overwhelming.
The first gift I
bought for him was a pair of sweet new shoes. They were so expensive, but when
I saw him tripping out and nodding his head, I knew that they were worth every
penny. He wore them every day. Of course, they didn't last very long, but then,
what shoes ever do?
He was so strong. I
know he liked to carry me. Sometimes he would run as fast as he could while he
was carrying me. I always laughed and lost my breath. A couple times I fell
while he was running flat-out. He stopped instantly both times, coming back to
kiss me and make sure I was okay. So sweet and apologetic. And I was still
laughing.
The best times were
when we didn't have anything specific to work on or any events to attend. I
would sit on the grass or lay in the sun and he would stand next to me, looking
down. I would whisper secrets to him. He never broke my confidence, which is
more than I can say for any guy or girl I've ever known.
We were officially together for eight months.
Around that time, I
started to wonder if we would go all the way to the top together – if he would
be mine forever. The thought was magical to me. To find “The One” so early in
my career!
But then, I moved away, and I never got to see him
again.
I cried for two months, and I wouldn't be consoled.
Now I feel sorry for my family. I must have been something of a drama queen over
Ludan.
Then, I met Victor at a stable which was nearer to our
house, and like I said, he was needy, but my eagerness to meet his needs made
me stop sobbing over Ludan.
I don’t cry anymore, but I will never forget Ludan and
all the time we spent together. He was my first horse, and I fell in love with
him at first sight.
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