That Is When I Knew

He was my best friend I trusted him not to fall in love with me I was young, I did not want to be in love He was, and I wish he had kept it a secret He didn’t It nearly ruined our relationship I was six, he was seven He kissed me on the playground Miss Kneeland, our teacher, an old maid, was askance He told her”It’s okay Miss Kneeland. When I grow up I am going to marry her.” I was mad as hops for a long time. We became friends again my sophomore year. He was a junior. He was my best friend. I trusted him not to fall in love with me. But he did anyway. I kept telling him I was not old enough to be in love. I told him this until winter break my first year of college. When we both returned home I could not keep my hands off of him. That is when I knew That I loved him too.