There’s no love like first love. What woman can forget her first? It is all true – the silly things they say and sing about. I have felt it all. I can admit it now. I’m old enough. I can talk about it without embarrassment.
I remembered that moment of standing in the doorway. The room was crowded and dimly lit. Music was softly playing. My eyes furtively scanned the room. I was caught by a pair of brown eyes looking straight at me. He was very handsome and smiling at me.
I glanced over my shoulder. Was there someone behind me? Surely it wasn’t me he was smiling at. I had my hand over my heart and a question on my face. Who, me? You want me? He smiled and walked over. In that moment I felt luminous. The room stood still. The noise fell silent into the background. There was only me, standing and looking at him, thinking it can’t be true.
I am remembering all this after many years. I see it so clearly – the blue dress I wore, the friend I was with. She was the one who kept pushing me to ‘pick up’ a guy. But she was miserable towards me after. I hardly noticed. I had a prince charming.
I am so enjoying writing for August Moon. It’s great time for slowing down and reflecting on life, enjoying all the colours and nuances it has to offer. I am learning to appreciate and love myself better in the process.