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that the first boy who ever kissed me is dead.

I don't know the circumstances. Just a mention on his sister's Facebook page that he had passed away.

We weren't dating, it wasn't a thing, and I hadn't kept in touch in any way: just . . . he was someone I knew in high school and in church. We were in the summer drama program together, and I don't even really remember the circumstances. Just . . .we were in the costume room, and for some reason, at one point he laughed and kissed me and then bounced out of the room. He probably didn't think anything of it. He was just like that: funny and exuberant. But I was fourteen, and it was the first time anyone had done anything like that to me before.

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Date: 2009-02-06 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] merimask.livejournal.com
Oh no...that's unutterably sad. I'm so sorry.

As long as you hold that memory in your head of him as an exuberant, happy boy...on some level he will always be that way, in the scrapbook inside your head. The memory is only more precious now, & also, now, a lesson. You never know who you'll touch in your life or how you will touch them, but the simplest gesture made with a willing joyful heart can remain with a person forever. So be happy & do good. That's immortality.

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Date: 2009-02-06 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinguthegreek.livejournal.com
I know how I felt when I found out that my first love had died. I think Rob should give you an extra big hug tonight.

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Date: 2009-02-06 05:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kijjohnson.livejournal.com
I'm sorry. That feels so...weird when it's someone you had some sort of emotional connection to, even if it was no more than that. A guy I had a crush on in HS died about ten years ago, of a brain tumor, I think.

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Date: 2009-02-06 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cakmpls.livejournal.com
There's something about learning that someone from the past is gone, and you hadn't known it. It's nothing like the feeling of losing someone present in one's life, yet it's losing a part of who one was ... There should be a word for the feeling, maybe a French word...

My first kiss was also when I was 14, and was also at school. (Thank goodness no one caught us.) I have kept in touch with him, though, and he is very much alive, despite serving in Vietnam and then being a firefighter for years.

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Date: 2009-02-07 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fmi-agent.livejournal.com
:(

I just wanted to say I read this, and I found it affecting.

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