It’s gone and happened all over again.
I have fallen in love. Again.
Let me see. How many has it been so far? How many love affairs have I embarked on? It’s hard to say. Even harder to count them all.
It started so long ago…all the way back when I was a child. Can’t even remember how old I was. But I do remember the circumstances around that first flare of love.
There I was. I remember I was sitting in the cafeteria at my school. A cup of cold milk in one hand. A lukewarm peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the other. And…
He showed up in his dirty overalls and hieroglypically bad English. The straw hat on his head had seen better days, afternoons, and nights. A hole was shredded out of the one side, but he wore it like it was a diamond crown. He sat at my table and we talked.
We talked and we laughed and we cried and he shared his deepest fears with me. And somewhere in that conversation, I fell. I fell fast and hard for a little punk kid named Tom. Not Thomas. Never, ever Thomas. Just Tom.
He took me on adventures. We ran through wild fields and rode on trains. I thought our time together would be infinite.
He left me and I left him. I moved on to other loves. Stranger loves.
Loves that left me shocked and breathless.
Loves that made me whisper their words. Such fine words. Magic words. Divine words.
My last true love was a young musician named Thomas Lynn. We told each other stories and the stories came true. But our time together drifted to an end, leaving us with a maybe sort of conclusion.
I thought I’d never be able to fall that hard again.
No, not ever again.
Then, Will came into my life with his sarcasm and hurting heart and his unspoken love for his dear friend Jem. And I fell again.
And it was sublime.
Just me and him.
Just Will and me.
Just another fictional character and me.