Become a Fan
She was my first real love. Hell I went to pieces every time I saw her. But I was young and foolish. The ways of the world were still a mystery to me. But it did not stop me from loving her.
I was for the first time in my life in love. I knew it with every fiber of my body, for every time I saw her I tingled all over, no that was not how it felt, for I literally shook with excitement. My eyes never left her for a second; every move that she made was forever imprinted on my mind.
Everything about her spoke of love. The way she looked and the way she moved, even what she wore seemed to shout out load and so deafening that I knew every inch of her. Every time she walked into the room every male eye was upon her, even the girls had to admit that she was what they wished they all were.
Her last name was Eden, I learned that much very soon, as that was the name by which she requested that she be known as, and so she became Miss Eden. For my part I would have called her by any name she asked, she only had to look at me and in the blink of an eye she was Her Majesty, Her Royal Highness, Hedy Lamar, or even Minnie Mouse if she so desired.
To watch her walk into the room took my breath away, for she walked with dignity and refinement. At first sighting, she wore a red sweater of what looked like taffeta, her breasts stretching tight the material, a black skirt that showed her perfectly rounded hips and her flat stomach.
A habit of hers that sent me into raptures was to interlock her fingers, and then steeple her index fingers, place her elbows on top of her desk, and to place her thumbs under her chin and her fingers against her lips. When she was in that thoughtful pose, her eyes saw no one, she was blind to everything around her, and oh, she looked gorgeous.
Sadly, we learned that she was only a "Temp" sent from another area, and would only be with us for a short period. My heart sank at hearing the news, was I only to find her and then to loose her just as quickly? I had to tell her how I felt about her, I had bottled up my feelings inside of me for far to long, but when and how was a problem. I was not gifted in words and I blushed uncontrollably, but I had to speak to her.
I knew that my effort to express myself would not impress her, and that all of the other interested lads would be of the same mind. I had to get in first. Already girlfriends had been forgotten and plans for a new love was on the mind of all who like me were in love with this Eve named Eden.
Rumor was going round that she was engaged to and army major, and so this rumor proved to be true . All of my hopes of taking this beautiful creature out were dashed. Perhaps it was all for the best for I could not possible have afforded to take this vision out. It would have taken me years to save up my milk money, and to have to have given up my sixpence to the weekly picture house far outweighed my love for her.
I suppose I was one of the lucky ones, at least I had Miss Roberts our gym teacher to ogle at. Love can be a cruel taskmaster when you are only thirteen years old.