The Path Not Taken

Wiladene Keen By Wiladene Keen, 11th May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Reminiscing about my first love, what might have been and how I have not and will not ever forget him. Prayer and faith for him as he faces a life altering event with his health.

The Path Not Taken

Today I received an unusual phone call from a old friend and classmate. Although we don't really communicate very often on a one-on-one basis, we are friends on Facebook and our relationship is the kind that withstands the effects of time. In other words, we can resume our conversations right where we left off; no matter how long it has been. But this particular conversation was totally unexpected, and admittedly...a bit unnerving.

My friend called to tell me some unpleasant news about an old boyfriend. Actually, he was my first boyfriend and my first love. We dated while both of us were in high school. He was a junior and I was a freshman when we met and starting seeing each other. Everyone can remember what that first tender love was like. You know; like when you are so very young and adults want to spoil it for you with helpful advice like "you're too young to fall in love" or "you're too young to know what real love is" and of course the clincher being " you'd better not have sex at your age".

Well I can tell you that I heard all of the above and more when my young Prince Charming and I fell in love. And yes...we both ignored all of the advice and all of the warnings. We were living in paradise and didn't care about the rules our parents imposed on us. We paid no heed to anything resembling common sense and sensibility. Instead, we gave all of our attention to each other and to addressing the rampant hormones that demanded we do something about them.

It was nearly impossible for us to keep our hands off of each other, and we gave up trying. We became quite inventive in ways to be alone with each other so we could further our experimentation in lovemaking, and I must say that juvenile or not...it proved to be rather nice.

We stayed together until he graduated high school, and went off to serve our country in the United States Army. He left for Germany and adventures unknown, and I finished school and graduated two years later, without having heard a word from my Prince.

Eventually I got over him and moved on. Years later I married a really nice young man, we had a family...life went on and I tucked the Prince and all of our memories far away into the dark recesses of my mind.

Until ten years ago at a class reunion, when my friend and classmate brought him up again, passed him my phone number and a few weeks after that; he called. We talked and reminisced about our time together and all that we had meant to each other. It ended up being a rather sweet and memorable conversation.

Now according to my friend, my Prince has a life threatening stage three form of cancer, and is seriously ill. He and I have not spoken in ten years. I have however; thought about him many times during that ten years, about what might have been had our lives played out differently. So, when she gave me the news my first reaction was one of incredible sadness, followed by an uncontrollable urge to cry. Oh, not the sobbing broken hearted kind of crying, but rather a silent tearful kind.

After we had spoken, I sat up in my bed and prayed to God for him. I prayed that he was saved and that he really knew God personally. I then asked God to heal him through a miracle if it was part of his will, but if not...then would he open up the gates of heaven and welcome my Prince home to him when the time came? But most of all, I asked God to give him peace and to comfort him and to hold him close as he walked down this path. And if he would, I asked God, "Please don't let him be afraid! Please don't let him be afraid of what's ahead!"

Hopefully, I can work up the courage to call him and speak with him one more time. Just to hear his voice again like it used to be if only in my mind. To remember the youthful love we shared and that I will forever cherish in my heart.

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High School Love, Memories From My Young Days, Prayer And Faith, Terminal Illness, Young Love

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author avatar Wiladene Keen
I am an avid blogger and compulsive writer who loves to allow her mind to roam free and be creative. Follow me on Twitter @queencitydame

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
11th May 2013 (#)

Poignant and written with deep feeling, Wiladene. Reliving those moments can hurt despite the all pervading but forbidden love at that time. We do not know what awaits us tomorrow! siva

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author avatar Wiladene Keen
11th May 2013 (#)

Thank you Siva. Your comment is so appreciated. That's what writing is all about; reaching the emotional side of our readers.

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