First love. They say you never forget it. For his sake, I hope he has.
Robin. With his wavy blond hair and thick black glasses. He sat in the desk behind me. I guess there was something about my brown pixie cut and blue cat eyed frames that made his heart go pitter patter.
He would pass me notes-several a day. They always said the same thing. “Do you love me? Yes or No. Please check one of the boxes.” And every day I would stick them in my notebook and pretend I hadn’t gotten them.
Maybe it was persistence on his part, or maybe it was curiosity on mine, but whatever it was, one day I boldly checked the box next to “Yes” and passed the note back. I could tell Robin was elated. At recess, he shyly held my hand. And a few days later, he presented me with a couple of presents. A “Hot Wheels” car, and a gold heart on a chain. With a pearl in the center, even. Poor Robin. If he had only just given me the car. I wasn’t so sure about this love business.
Robin had a friend. Brian. Brian sat next to me. He had dark brown hair, freckles, and 20/20 vision as far as I could tell. He started passing me notes-making his bid to “steal me away.” His notes were direct. To the point. “Kiss here.” A wet spot on the paper, circled in pencil.
I guess I kind of liked that caveman approach. I lost my heart to Brian. Poor Robin was as forgotten as that necklace he’d given me. Even with the pearl in the center.
Third graders can be so cruel.
Based on the Red Dress Club prompt "First Love."
