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Young Love

July 29, 2010

From the age of 6 to the age of 11, I had a crush on a boy named Ricky.  All the girls in class had a crush on Ricky.  He was blond, blue-eyed, the star athlete, and the smartest boy in class.

I always daydreamed that Ricky and I would marry.  I relished those moments when we played together… forming a human chain while playing Red Rover, passing the soccer ball across the field… tiny moments, yes, but that’s really all your crushing heart needed when you were 6.

On my last day of class, before I moved to the big city, Ricky’s best friend ran up to me and said I had to look in my locker.  There, sitting sweetly in a vase and tied with a bow, was a bouquet of violets.  “They’re not even weeds“, exclaimed best friend, “Ricky asked his mom to go buy them!“.

I never did end up marrying Ricky.  But every time I see a violet, I think of him.

Photos by Wildfowers Photography, found via Green Wedding Shoes.

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