My High School Love Left Me 33 Years After
He became a legend but I remember the boy.
“If you could feel only one emotion for the rest of your life,” a friend asked me, “which one would you like to feel?”
I heard my soon-to-be-divorced broken heart answer before I could think - “Being in love!”
“Oh come on, you cheeseball! You must be suffering from Stockholm syndrome,” my mind replied to my heart and it made me laugh (I’m an expat who divorced shortly after moving to Stockholm from Paris).
But aren’t we all love junkies?
How delicious it is to let our hearts completely take over. Beauty upgrades to splendour. Lightness feels like flying. Joy escalates to ecstasy.
The outcome has never really mattered to me, or even if I am actually dating the person I am in love with.
Like that high school boy who was never my boyfriend but who somehow managed to leave me thirty-three years later.
The air was sticky with joy as torn notebook pages flew out the school windows like oversized confetti. Loud music and laughter reverberated throughout the courtyard. The seniors didn’t even bother hiding the bottles. They were all getting ready for the big farewell party that night, ushering in the summer break as well as a new…
