I was l7 and spending my 17th summer on Cape Cod. I always loved all the summers at the Cape, most especially the lazy days at the beach sunning myself (oops, that's bad for you now, right?).
It was August and I was looking forward to starting my Senior year in high school. I had only had one boyfriend before and he had broken my heart earlier that year. I wasn't looking for love. isn't that the BEST time to find it???
I was on the beach, catching some rays with my sisters and one of my friends. I looked up from my beach blanket and saw HIM. He was beautiful. He was blonde, tanned, tall, and muscular. He was working at the beach (ok, putting up a fence) and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was trying not to be so obvious but I think I even caught him looking back at me, a time or two. After about an hour, he left. Big sigh - back to sunning myself (remind myself to call the dermatologist after this).
A few hours later, I looked around and saw HIM sitting about three beach blankets away from me. It's one of those "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it" moments in my life! I tend to be on the shy side and wasn't sure of my next move. Thinking like a l7 year old, I got up and jumped in the ocean and he quickly followed!
We spent the rest of August together. I know it was only a month, but it was just so romantic. He was my "1st" everything. But the summer was winding down, he was off for his 1st year of college (hockey scholarship, I might add), and it was back to high school for me. I figured this was the end of things and was getting pretty sad about it. He said the right things about calling, coming to visit, keeping in touch, etc. I tried to be hopeful...but I was more like doubtful!
Left Cape Cod and went back home right after Labor Day. It was the night before my senior year of high school began. I was on the phone talking to a friend telling her how depressed I was. Spilling my heart out. Practically choking back tears as I recalled my summer love (remember I'm l7 and completely over dramatic). My mom calls to me and tells me to come to the kitchen. I go to the kitchen... and HE is there in my kitchen!!! You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was SO surprised (he went to college in the same state that I live)!!!
The next weekend, he came to my house to take me out for a date. We were sitting on my parent's couch. ok, we were kissing on my parent's couch....when he leaned over and whispered in my ear that he LOVED me. No one had ever said that to me before. Seriously, I don't think my parents had ever told me that (I knew that they loved me but they weren't the type to TELL you that)... and I had never heard it from a guy. I completely melted and cried. He was just SO sweet!!!!
I wish I could end this by saying that we've been married for 15 years now and have 6 kids...but, as most teen romances, it didn't end up that way. I AM married with kids.... but just not married to him... and they're not HIS kids either!!!!
Our relationship had a messy ending but the memories of him are some of the most cherished in my life. I still go to the Cape every summer... and I still think of him once in a while when I'm on that beach sunning myself.