I was a model camp counselor. I was headed for my junior year of high school and I fell in love with this eighth grade girl under my charge and she fell in love with me. We did not express our feelings in a physical way. We just had a lot of conversation. And then over the next nine months, we wrote each other letters.
Our love was transgressive, but it was so strong that we forsook the bourgeois boundaries that cramped the style of so many of our contemporaries.
Finally, in June 1983, we met up again in person one weekend at Pacific Union College. We sat next to each other in Thursday night Bible study.
There was so much anticipation before our meeting. I remember when I walked in the room, this girl and all her friends turned around to look at me.
Our conversation that night was awkward. Then I went to play a basketball game and invited her to come watch me. She did for a few minutes and then she did disappeared. We never connected that weekend. I don’t know what went wrong.
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