Noah
June 15th 10:15 a.m.

Wow, I had this diary entry all planned out. It was going to be very rational, and meaningful. Then, I wrote the date, and realized what today is. A year ago today I went to Land's End with a boy that I had been wanting to get together with for about a year. This was the perfect guy in my eyes. He was tall, gorgeous, friendly, outgoing, funny, nice, artistic, and he liked me. After being friends for quite a long time, I decided to ask him to go to my prom with me (he went to a different school). Being the good friend that he was, he agreed to go. I had no idea that he liked me also. At prom we kissed. It was my first male kiss, very exciting! Then, for about a month, things were kind of uncertain. Well, not "kind of," very uncertain. I only saw him a couple times during that period and was starting to get a little frustrated. It was hard enough to accept that this "perfect" guy liked me in the first place.

Well, eventually we talked things out, and decided to go to Land's End on Thursday June 15th. Land's End is simply the ocean. It's a small ocean-front area. It's very pretty, and there's even a little picturesque gift shop. It's a very touristy spot, but also appropriate for romantics. It was there, at Land's End, that we cemented our relationship. We admitted that we had both liked each other for a while. He was having some problems coming to terms with it because of personal reasons. Of course, these reasons should have been my flashing warning signs, but we won't get into that today. But that was it. For the next 4 months, it was beautiful. He was my first love. We spent time together, we bought each other nice things, we cuddled, we ate out, we went shopping. It was fabulous. I can remember going away for a couple weeks last summer, and writing to him about 4 times a day- not because I was miserable, but because I wanted to share everything with him.

unfortunately, at the 4-month mark, everything went downhill very quickly. I later found out why, but, this being the anniversary of the good times, I don't want to force myself to remember what happened after that. So, I'll just leave it at a quote from my dear friend Serena: "Boys are stupid"

And as for that other entry that I had planned...um, remind me later :-)