No, that was a shame lavosh wrapped around pimiento olives, cream cheese, pastrami and pancetta, cloaked in a kangaroo pouch and served to a herd of famished, piranha-toothed gnomes, mercilessly scratching the crabs from their loins in a North Korean prison. My first kiss wasn’t decadent like holding hands with “David”. Still, I ruminate about what became of him and hope that his parents didn’t beat the kindness from his soul and the pulse from his life. I knew in that moment, I would never see him again. Whispers surfaced about them physically abusing him. While closing the door behind her, she said his parents took him back. I asked his grandmother where he was and vaguely remember a forlorn, almost defeated look in her eyes. One morning, after two weeks, he disappeared. David was unlike any boy our age I’d ever known he treated me with respect and kindness, in words and actions.
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My skin wanted to leap off of me and fling itself around his body. After a few days, he scooped my hand in his. At sunset, we would share a lawn chair and talk. We were inseparable from dawn until dusk. To this day he remains one of the loveliest boys I’ve ever met. The first boy who held my hand was “David.” For two weeks one summer we fell in tweenage love. Oh, those tweener years stolen glances led to brief flirtations, holding hands beget socially awkward relationships. When I ask my girlfriends about their firsts, sexually speaking, like me they remember.