Memories of My First Love
I met him when I called a local radio station to request my favorite song. That man had a voice as smooth as fresh, warm honey, and I was a seventeen year old girl.
I was singing the song playing when he answered the phone. I guess he must have liked that, because even though he couldn't play my song we launched in on a conversation about music.
I began to make it a habit to call every chance I got, and he made it a habit to play my song whenever he could.
These conversations with this man became the highlight of my very life. How could I possibly survive without speaking to this magical man with the voice of warm honey?
I thought for sure this man would be with me forever.
We finally decided we would meet. Oh my heart was fluttering like a butterfly with brand new wings. It was finally time to sweep him off his feet!
I was never more crushed than I was when he first looked in my eyes. I could see the tears begin to well up as he asked me.
"Baby, how old are you?"
I thought I would surely die of a broken heart when he said, "You're too young, baby. I'm a thirty year old man!"
That promptly ended all thoughts of my magical man with the voice of honey running off with me.
I hold on to those memories of that short amount of time I had a man in my life that I could discuss everything with.
I'm listening now, and I would love one more chance to meet the man who was mature enough to listen to my every thought without judgement.