Tonight, as sleep failed me, I decided to once again jump on my favorite social network, Facebook, and attempt to reconnect with an OLD (my 15yr old) boyfriend. Reason why? Simple. I was "tagged" in a photo with him, after accepting another friend from high schools Friend request.
Being the inquisitive girl I am, I thought, "Self, I wonder what He's doing now?" After all, he was the "first real boyfriend." The first guy to take me to a dance...and meet my father...and the first guy whose heart I probably broke. It had started with him. Innocent. Where calls led to giggles. And everything that could complicate relationships, well, was going "too far." It was the best kind of love.
Last I heard, he was married and had at least one kid...
So, I thought, hmmm, why not, and did the quick search. I didn't find him...Ever resourceful, and curious about her as well, I typed in his baby sisters name. No hit.
Annoyed, I did the fail safe, Google searched, sisters name plus our high school.
--Then her obituary came up.
She was married. Had two step-sons. Not wanting to believe it, I typed her married name in Facebook. Plain as day, her picture came up. Directly in her "Friend's List" was my ex boyfriends name. I clicked the small icon that revealed the larger photo...his new tattoo: "In Loving Memory." She was two years younger than us, and she passed less than two weeks ago.
I remembered her older, sitting in the hall with her when we went to community college. I remember younger, her not wanting to get off the phone when me and her brother whispered into the late night of 10:30. I remember she really liked me, and I really liked her.
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