John's Visit: Ephemera theme

Edit on line 7 There he was – my first boyfriend ever - leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him over to my town to see me before I left for college even though we had broken up a few years back. I had met him at church camp several years earlier - John, with that cute elfin face, legs like matchsticks that seemed half as wide as mine and the sweet sensitive nature of a kid who worried so much about his parents’ marriage he’d already developed ulcers at age 14. He was looking kind of cool, wearing silver tinted shades that didn’t allow me to see his baby blues beneath them as he leaned against that sweet ride, smiled and said so little. I later learned his parents had split up, but not one friend of his whom I asked could tell me where John ended up. I google him; I search on Facebook; still I can’t find him. That unexpected visit – not so important then - has become one more of the many ephemera in the sum total of my long-traveled life.