David was unlike any boy our age I’d ever known he treated me with respect and kindness, in words and actions. 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.
