A 17 Year Long Love Story
And we finally went on our first date.
17 years ago, I was 13 and so was D. I would walk past him after PE in my red middle school sweats and cropped t-shirt and smile at him as he sat on the benches. I was smitten. He was probably the cutest boy at school — everyone thought so. And he liked me.
Over the next few years we would have boyfriends and girlfriends that weren’t each other and in between, we would sneak off behind the high school gym to flirt and talk while we waited for our sports practices to begin.