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To first love letters..........

Millennials , as they call them, do not know this feeling. They grew up on text messages and emails. They could snapchat and Facebook message stuff. They could send videos of themselves on whatsapp and all that new tech stuff.
Just realized something, they would categorize me as a millennial.
Millenial or otherwise I know what that feeling was like, when someone hands you a letter. Whatever the color of the envelope , you could feel the excitement building up inside of you, It could be anyone, mother may be telling you to expect them on visiting day, An aunt may have sent a letter with some money folded inside of it. All this sounds like boarding school behavior, it actually is. The days when people used to dedicate songs to each other on the bottom of the letter. My personal favorite was "I need a girl" by p diddy. 
To be totally honest, I never actually was a ladies man in high school. I was in a mixed high school but just having the girls there was good enough. I was a shy kid in high school, I am still friends with a lot of the guys I was in high school then and they can corroborate the story. I was a few grades shy of a geek but a few muscles shy of a dork. Where does that leave a guy like me, the class clown. I always kept them laughing. That was high school, when I was younger I got to experience my first love letter. Ever had words just made you smile, you could be sitting in a court room about to face the death penalty but there is always something out there that could make you smile
When I was a kid, I met a girl. When I say I was a kid, I was probably 11 years old. I met a girl that I wanted to spend all the time I had with. If I was to describe anything else about her, it wouldn't make sense that I was 11 at the time. You already know I was shy when I was a teenager so what do you think I behaved like when I was 11. Well, I wasn't doing very good during that age either but I had a girlfriend so I guess I was doing something right.
People today use texts, email and hand delivered notes. That sounds really easy but what does a shy kid do to pass on a message? Well my girlfriend at 11 figured that the perfect way to deliver a message to me was to slide it under the door. The large metal gate to be precise. Now , I was a very snobbish kid so I most probably didn't see it when she did. Someone else intercepted it, any guesses who. If you guessed my mother then you were right.
My mother intercepted my first love letter. Sad, I know. But do want to know what the saddest part of it all was? She read it to me......

Kevin,
 I know we are young but I feel you and I don't
want you to be away from me

****

There are only a few things in life that are worse than hearing your mother read words from a love letter intended for you. I could feel my insides tightens but nothing could prepare me for the follow up lecture. At 11 even years old I was given the birds and the bees talk and not to trust women.


I learned one thing from the this whole ordeal..............Always send emails


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