I don't care if any of you think that meeting your first love in a bathroom is wrong or unhealthy. It started a new chapter of my life and opened my eyes, and caused a bit of damage to the reticules also.

It was my junior year in high school and it was morning so I had to tend to the early duties of my day. Because it was a public restroom, I was a bit sketchy of course, but the reasonable part of my brain told me it just gives them flavor. So thinking this, I'm confidently sitting on the throne, and I happen to notice this one fly bussing around in the ceiling light fixture above me. So I gaze upon his mischievous behaviors as I finish up. I walk out of the stall and wish my new friend good look as I walk over to the sink chuckling, then I saw! The most amazing thing I had every seen in this grime streaked mirror. This delightful little orb wiggling in the center of my view, all over the mirror it would dance to the tune stuck in my head from earlier that morning. As it shacked and shivered it's way along the cracks of the mirror, my eyes were hesitant to gaze away. I started to notice it quickly move away as another boy entered the restroom. So I followed it out and down the hall, never once did it leave my sight. Not only it's beauty kept me intrigued, but it's clever sense of humor was hard to ignore. It almost got me in trouble when I tried so hard to not laugh at my teacher's face when I saw what that little devil was doing, but it went too far when it stayed glued to his zipper for far too long. But just as the teasing was almost through, it vanished, revealing a questionable stain on Mr. Larwinski's trousers. So of course I was bummed by this, but I was happy I had seen this incredible eye candy (the dancing orb of course, not the stain on his pants, I thought of that later). I just leaned my head back, gazing off into the industrial ceiling, thinking of how amazing the day had started of. I closed my eyes to shield them from the light, and there it was again! This time just us alone in the pitch dark of the back of my head. The two of us doing a tango in a sea of strawberry-mango. But this did not last long at all, it never does last long enough anymore.

Many of you have probably only had crushes or puppy love. But to those older gentlemen and gentle ladies, you too know the constant struggle. It isn't easy to love someone that can keep your attention so well, and not stay around long enough to sooth your growing needs. But I write this for you my love, the suns rays aren't powerful enough to keep us together, but our love is...