8.24.10

Last summer, my family and I went up to visit my extended family in Maine for a week. I was sixteen.

My cousin took my two older sisters and I to a party on our last night and introduced us to one of his really good friends, Ben, who worked with him. He was tall, about 6 ft, had shaggy blonde, sun bleached hair, light blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, and wore a boyish grin. Later that night he came over to talk to me, and we discussed everything. He was so smart, and we agreed on so many levels; not to mention he had the best taste in music, and films. He seemed perfect.

We talked for so long both my sisters had left, leaving me at the party without a ride home. Luckily he offered to drive me very soon after. Needless to say just before we got to my aunts house (where I was staying) he pulled off, and we started to make out in his small 1995 Honda. I couldn’t tell you how long we were together, but I can tell you, it was the best night of my life. We just seemed to fit together so well.

The next day my family and I left and drove all the way back to Michigan. The whole drive home I thought about him, and how I never got to say goodbye. When I got home I saw a new facebook message and friend request; sure enough, they were both from him. To my surprise, he was not 19 ( the age my cousin was), he was 22, and did not only work with my cousin, he was my cousins boss, and actually ran the summer camp. My mind was blown.

It had been 10 months, and every day I thought about him. I thought about his smile, and how he held me. I longed for that feeling of exhilaration he gave me when we were together. Yet somehow I thought when I saw him again, nothing would be the same. He’d be a year older and so would I. He’d be more cultured and wise, and lost his boyish charm; while I would be the same, still 6 years too young.

This past summer I went to work at the summer camp with my cousin for 4 weeks in July/August. He was still running it, and offered me the position. I didn’t know what to expect when I got there, but my first night he took me aside, and just smiled. And I knew at that moment, he had missed me just as much as I had missed him; regardless of our age difference.

The whole time I was there we had a secret relationship, and it was perfect. During the day (whenever people were around), we were best friends, but whenever night fell, we were together. We fit together so well, and there is just something about him that makes it impossible for me to even consider being with anyone else. 

It has been 3 weeks since we have been together, and we have no idea when we will be able to see each other again. I can only hope that he will be there again next summer, but the chances of that are slim. We talk almost everyday, and everytime he mentions how he misses me, but more than that, we just talk. We talk about everything. I miss him so much; he’s my best friend, and my perfect guy.