I don’t remember my first crush. Instead, I want to write about my first date. I think I wrote about my high school life before.
One day, a friend of mine introduced him to me. He was a student at another high school when I first met him. He dropped out after he had trouble with other male students. After leaving school, he started working.
We were the same age and liked music. When we were eating with friends, he asked me to go out, just the two of us. I nodded.
We went to the TV tower to see the panoramic view from an observation deck. We sat on the bench.
After a little while, he rested his head on my shoulder. I thought he wanted to get closer to me, so I looked at him. He was falling asleep.
I didn’t know what to do. I waited until he was awake. When he woke up, I asked if he felt uncomfortable with me. He smiled and said to me, “Stay with me.”
He was just tired. He talked to me about his job.
It was my first date. I was 16 at the time.
He liked hanging out with friends. But somehow, he always looked lonely. I didn’t want to leave him alone.
A few months later, he started a band with his friends. And I went to Thailand through the AFS intercultural program. A few days before I left Japan, he gave me a letter. He said to me, “My handwriting is not good, and I have never written a letter to someone.”
I read a letter from him. Like he said, his handwriting was terrible. But the letter was full of his feelings about me. Although he wasn’t a talkative person, I was happy to know his feelings.
One year later, we had to stop seeing each other because my mom didn’t like him (he was a high school dropout and an underage smoker). Since then, I haven’t seen him.
Now I am a mom. My eldest daughter is a tween. I understand a little how my mom felt then. 😅
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