The Soda Stand

Ever since the reunion last night, I’ve been cruising down memory lane quite a bit. My high school sweetheart will now be known as the Music Man on this blog.

In my 38 years, there have been two men I will forever remember as the great loves of my life. One is the Music Man and the other is Lonewolf. In all of my romantic/sexual relationships, they were the only two men I ever thought I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. Obviously, it just didn’t work out with either of them.

24 years ago, the Music Man and I became good friends in our freshman year of high school. We were great friends and it naturally progressed into a romantic relationship in our sophmore year. I remember the feelings I felt for him like it was yesterday. I remember the love, the companionship, the friendship. I rarely, if ever, remember the bad times when it comes to the Music Man. It was 24 years ago and we were so young and didn’t know any different.

We rekindled our friendship in our senior year and remained friends throughout high school. We lost touch after high school and never really knew what the other was doing. That was until my grandpa(Papa) had a stroke or heart attack and the Music Man was one of the paramedics who saved his life and transported him to the hospital.

Seeing him last night was a bit of a rush, although I didn’t quite feel the same rush I felt when we were in high school and I was madly in love with him. I remember dreaming of him for years. Even still, I will sometimes have dreams of him, but he looks nothing like he does now in my dreams. In my dreams he’s still that cute boy from school who owned my heart.

Once in awhile, I dream that I’ve searched for wedding bands and we’ve ended up married. The Music Man was my first love. The first man I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to have children with him. 20 years has come and gone and we are now both so different.

I met his beautiful wife and thought she was very nice. I even helped her get him out on the dance floor for one of the slow songs.

I’ll save my story about Lonewolf for another time, because this post got a lot more wordy than I thought it would. I’m feeling nostalgic and whiny today and I know it’s because of the memories floating through my mind and heart right now. I remember everything about this man and this frightens me a little.

Until next time…

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