"This boy was the one who kissed me passionately the night before my high school graduation and merely a day later I found myself in the parking lot of my Christian high school, making love to him; impulsively, passionately, and never thinking twice.
I can now see how uncomfortable it must have made my brother, to watch his baby sister and his best friend, who had had many girls before me, cuddle up against each other, seeing the ignorance in my eyes and the knowingness in his. I am able to recognize the fear in my brother’s eyes now as he watched us together, afraid that Brandon would love me and leave me or that I would someday feel the need to teach Brandon a lesson about life. He was afraid we would hurt each other, which, in the end, we did. But he was more afraid that us hurting each other, or even loving each other, would damage his own friendship with Brandon.
Regardless of my brother’s fears, we managed to stay together for a straight year and a half. At the end of which, I felt the need to resume my mission in life. I had loved, I thought, and been loved, it was now time to teach again.
But it wasn't that easy..."
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