About a Boy (Part 1)

This is a true story of a boy that placidly came into my life and enabled me to feel love. It'll take a few posts for me to complete the story from the beginning to the present. Bear with me and I hope you, dear reader, can take something from this story of mine.

His name is Dylan. A year and a half ago (April 2008) I met Dylan in person for the first time. Where or how we initially met, neither of us remember. All that we can agree upon is that somehow we became acquainted.

He called me as I was lying in bed doing nothing. At first, I didn't recognize the number, it had been a while since we had spoken. After we had been talking for a few minutes I finally recognized the boy on the other side. We talked about how it had been a long time since we've talked and that perhaps we should meet up since we were both free. I worked in food service at the time, it was my day off work, so we decided to meet up there.

Before meeting Dylan in person I only knew him by how he expressed himself over internet conversations. In a way, I was intimidated by him, but I never kept myself from opening up to him. He seemed so sophisticated, so cultured and intelligent, yet he was humble and kind. He knew so much about culture, food, and music; I felt as if I wanted this person, this boy, to show me the world as he had experienced it. At that point, I believed that he was out of my league, but he never made me feel inferior to him as a person. I felt that a friendship could develop at the least.

He walked in after half an hour or so of being lost on the road. Dylan had medium length, bleach blond hair with bangs swept to his right. He had deep, bright blue eyes that slightly squinted as he smiled. He was shorter than me by a few inches, wearing a button-up shirt, jeans, and a vest. I teased him about looking like a cute Dutch boy, that's what he looked like to me, at least. He was adorable to me. His smile, his voice, and the very way he walked expressed a certain gentleness and elegance. When he smiled, he smiled cautiously. In his smile and behavior he exemplified the same careful curiosity one finds when interacting with innocent small creatures. He was incredibly intelligent and breathtaking, yet he had an innocence to him that I instantly fell for. Even his hands had a softness and smoothness to them. I felt as if it was my duty, I also willfully desired it, to protect him and care for him.

Hanging out that day became an adventure. We ate and walked throughout the city. He showed me his favorite music and told me about his previous outings into the city. He told me about Modest Mouse, the Decemberists, and so much more. We went to every record store we came across and a book store we could barely walk through that we had to stand so intimately close to one another. I didn't mind.

After a few hours, I felt that we became really comfortable with one another. No second passed without either of us telling one another about ourselves. I wanted him to get to know every single part of me, but most of all I wanted him to like me. I took as many pictures as I could of him. I definitely wanted to remember that day and the face of the boy that could make me smile.

After a while, I felt that we really did start to become fond of another. Then he asked me if I wanted to sleep over his place. I had literally never slept over a another person's house before that point. My parents would definitely say no, I knew this, but I didn't want this chance to pass me by. I liked him so much, I didn't want the day to end, I wanted to tell him more about me, to learn more about him, to just be with him. I looked into his eyes, slightly smiled and said yes. Inside, I was afraid of what my parents would say. I knew that they would object and I didn't bother to tell them. All I knew was that I refused to prematurely end what I was feeling for this boy.

[to be continued]