All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
The First Meeting
The first meeting.
It is the one that changes
Everything,
regardless of how profound it may be in the moment.
A moment, a memory which but grows
In significance,
As the dawn turns into dusk,
Light into day into light once again.
The first meeting.
The first
I remember of her was the hair.
Cut short, trimmed down,
Framing her face almost perfectly.
Her smile,
I look away because it is simply too
Dazzling
For mortal eyes.
The first meeting.
Might I mention that I had chosen to never love? A lifetime of searching for the first lovehad led to an infinite state of deprivation.
A physically present
Emotionally absent
Father
Ruins you.
“Daddy issues” is what they call it.
I found myself waiting for the day they’d leave me, like all the rest. Waiting for the day it would all fall apart. The day I would fall apart.
The first meeting.
Dare I hope again?
Dare I hold her hand?
Dare I say her name with mine?
Another glance, I say.
Only once more.
My words are all I have to offer.
For her, I’ll bleed on this paper,
Saying all I wish I could.
The first meeting. The last meeting.
Now, all but a memory.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.