Two glorious years floated by. Days and nights that began with walking to class with Bobby and ended with either eager kisses in the darkness of his car or a soft “I love you, good night” spoken in a hushed voice on the phone.
We were ‘that couple’…the one other kids pointed at in the halls…and my previously unimportant young girl self basked in that new attention…but of course it was nothing new to the winsome and popular Bobby.
The reality of my life before Bobby, the unfair reality that had stopped an easy smile from appearing on my lips was gone…thanks to Bobby.
I smiled a lot now.
All my problems had been pushed aside by the force and simple presence of Bobby’s love…the strength and intensity of which sometimes surprised us both.
We were so young.
But we were slowly growing up.