Blog 47

Connor is the boy on every other page in my diary.

There was a boy that I was IN LOVE with as a kid. and by IN LOVE, I mean we swung on his backyard swings everyday after school together. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, which at that age, I considered to be the most striking qualities. Connor was the cutest kid in our elementary and we were best friends. We lived on the same street, so we rode the same bus, went to the same park, and had the same friends. The funny thing was, we were hooked on each other from kindergarten up until freshman year. We were only “official” from fifth to sixth grade, but we continued to share that bond. How deep can a childhood love really be? Ha we have all heard that in our years. I’m not saying anything about depth, but there was definitely a connection. He was my love. He held my hand. He waited for me after school. That was deep enough for me. It was a quiet love, and there was a point where I didn’t want to keep questioning whether he “liked” me or not, so I was the one who moved on when a guy asked me out to the sophomore homecoming dance. The first love will always be stuck in your mind. There’s so many memories that come with that one person, like how they made you feel. As a kid, of course the feelings are very innocent and cute. That’s what I adore about young crushes. They were simple and cute.