High School Love Not Forgotten Essay Research

Our relationship was so different from the one I’d had with my prior boyfriend. Our lives had been mostly movies and popcorn and gossip. We broke up routinely and dated other people. At times, it seemed like the whole campus was focused on the drama of our breakups, which were always intense and grand entertainment for our friends to discuss. A good soap opera. I talked to Bruce about things and with each story, he’d respond by putting his arm around me and telling me he’d wait while I sorted things out. And then he would read to me. He gave me the book The Little Prince, with the words underlined, “It’s only in thy mind’s eye that one can see rightly.”

In response-the only way to know how-I wrote passionate letters of love and poetry to him with an intensity I never knew before. But I still kept my walls up, keeping him at bay because I was always afraid that he’d discover I am fake, not nearly as intelligent or as deep a thinker as I found him to be.

I wanted the old habits of popcorn, movies and gossip back. it was so much easier. I remember well the day when Bruce and I stood outside in the cold and I told him I was going back to my old boyfriend. “He needs me more”, I said in my girlish voice.” The old habits die hard.”

Bruce looked at me with sadness, more for me than himself. He knew, and I knew then, I was making a mistake.

Years went by. Bruce went off to college first; then I did. Every time I came home for Christmas, I looked him up and went over for visit with him and his family. I always love his family-the warm greetings they gave me when they ushered me into their house, always happy to see me. I knew just by the way his family behaved that Bruce had given me for my mistake.

`over the years, we lost tough. The last I heard from his father, Bruce had gone to San Francisco and was thinking about becoming a chief. I went through dozens of bad relationships until I finally married a wonderful man-also very smart. I was maturer by then and could handle my husband’s intelligence-especially when he’d remind me I had my own.

There’s not one other boyfriend I ever think about with any interest, except for Bruce. Most of all, I hope he is happy. He deserves it. In many ways, I think he helped shape me, helped me how to accept the side of myself I refuse to see amid movies, popcorn and gossip. He thought me how to see my spirit and my writer inside.