by Rupert Flagg

Created on: June 02, 2009   Last Updated: June 13, 2009

It was just another long day spent sitting in front of the computer, playing yet another computer game. It was almost as boring as the last sentence I've written here. I'd decided to go to bed, when it crossed my mind to check the inbox of yet another social networking site, when I saw it - His name in the sender's space. I just stared at it for a moment, not even bothering to stop the rush of emotions that happened suddenly inside me. My flesh responded also, in ways, that surprised me. It became hard to breathe and my heart, oh my heart!

I opened the message and was clicking on reply before my brain realized that my hand was on the mouse. I replied with all the excitement of a schoolgirl, "Yes, I was so in love with you!" and then the same hand clicked send just as quickly as it had clicked reply.

I sat back in my chair, much too stunned to move. See, in my head, he was the one who got away. We hadn't ended ... we just stopped. It was senior year of high school, 1977. It's now 2009 and he'd spent five years searching for me. My heart leapt! He'd put time and effort into searching for me! I sat staring at the number (1) that seemed to glow next to the word inbox.

A moment later the chat bubble popped up, startling me back into reality. "Hey U" he typed. I just stared at his name. "U there?" I somehow made my hands type "hey". It was so very weird to watch my cool points rush quickly from me and out of the room. I'd kept this person tucked so deep in my heart that I'd sometimes only take those memories out in the dark, for fear that sunlight would burn them up.
I met him when love was pure and my heart was unguarded, open. I'd wanted to trade virginities with him. Back then he'd been tall, thin, more hair than body, after all, it was the seventies and the bigger the Afro, the better.
I began to pour out my heart to this man I'd just met simply because he was the boy I'd loved. Back then, we'd never so much as held hands, he was so very shy. I don't think my heart ever healed after he left to join the Air Force.

The chat bubble was filling up with words long left unsaid.

Me: You were the one who got away.
Him: I didn't get away; I'm here typing to you.

Me: Why didn't you like me back then?

Him: I did. I just didn't know what to do with you I found later that I was dating girls who resembled you ... reminded me of you.
I've been looking for five years, seriously looking for you.
Me: Why?
Him: To reconnect ... to ... I don't know ... find you. You were

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