Day By Day, Life Goes On
Day One: A Childhood Memory
I still remember my first crush.
We were both only nine.
He lived across the street.
Such a simple boy.
In from California.
With his mother for the summer.
We played with trucks.
In his driveway.
Or with toys.
In his attic.
I never brought him to my home.
With my abusive father.
That would have driven him away.
I loved his scent.
Clean. Cool.
Against the hot stickiness of summer.
I loved his looks.
Dark hair across tan skin.
I loved his accent.
The funny words coming out of his cute mouth.
Mostly.
I hated when I left him.
We were both only nine.
He lived across the street.
Such a simple boy.
In from California.
With his mother for the summer.
We played with trucks.
In his driveway.
Or with toys.
In his attic.
I never brought him to my home.
With my abusive father.
That would have driven him away.
I loved his scent.
Clean. Cool.
Against the hot stickiness of summer.
I loved his looks.
Dark hair across tan skin.
I loved his accent.
The funny words coming out of his cute mouth.
Mostly.
I hated when I left him.
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