Capture The Flag

I was 13 years old. It was a lock-in at my local church. He was 16. I remember the ruby red hair that shaded into the dark as he smiled down on me. We were about to play capture the flag. I think he could be considered my first crush. But at the time, I didn't know of what that meant. I just knew that I was infatuated with this person to no end and wanted to be around him as much as possible. He picked me for his team. he smiled and I was glowing as I jogged next to his side. I didn't know much else except that I was in love with him and all those stupid butterflies that resided.

We played the game, I tried my best. And in the end, when the final throw was called he called my name to catch the flag and run it to the end-zone. I remember him calling my name to catch it and run. A voice...I have never forgot.