Oh, the memories.......

Oh, for the first blush of romance....young love....not that old people stuff....YOUNG LOVE, the REALLY young love.....high school love.....the most painful love ever......the kind where you can't breathe it hurts so much.

I had the pleasure of accompanying my niece to her boyfriend's freshman high school football game this evening, for the men in the audience, they lost.....now, to the bigger issue....Young, 'Prince' Landon, my niece's first hard core, real boyfriend. I call him Prince Landon, because, well, he is a prince. I have to say I really like him. And, so does my niece, A LOT. They LOVE each other, A LOT.

While photographing the game, watching Prince Landon, running on and off the field, watching Kaylee watch him run on and off the field, a flood of memories came over me. It was like one of those moments described in the movies, in fact, it was like a little mini movie running through my head and I had flashes of my high school days. Ironically, the school colors of Landon's team are the same that mine were, black and orange, and this helped the little movie in my head pull out even more memories. What settled in my heart and mind was the intensity of the emotions I felt and my friends felt. Everything back then was soooooo intense and, well, painful.

As I watched and listened tonight, to the young lady that Kaylee has become, I had an acute shot of angsty pain run through me...I remembered how MUCH I ached for my boyfriend and how everytime he did something sweet or cute or charming, I just swooned. Kaylee swoons for Landon, too.

You can see it in her face. The boys are instructed to not look around for people in the crowd, to pay attention to the game, but, Landon could not help himself and he tried to disquise his search for Kaylee, but, he was not very sly and their eyes connected and I managed to capture her response to that connection.....can't you see it? It's not the glow of the sun on her, but, the young love radiating from her face that brightens the stadium.

I started this post on thursday night after the game, blogger took a dive and I was not able to finish it.....some of the glow of the evning has worn off for me now, saturday night, I wish that I had been able to finish the post, while the feelings were fresh. I was awash in the beauty of their sweetness......reminiscent of those days when every breath hung on what one's sweetheart would do or say.....when you just knew you would die without them.....when you wrote bad poetry, listened to painful love ballads over and over and over again, just wallowing in the torture, pining for the next time you could be together.......

Do you remember?

Peace
♥