“I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel loooove,” intones Donna Summer on the radio. She also wails that it is “so good, it’s so good, it’s so goooood…” I agree with it all. It is 1977 and I’m in love! I’m in Year seven. My sister (she’s 17) ridiculed me when I told the family my happy news (I’m not secretive about my new-found love). Dad laughed. That hurt. You’d think another man would understand.
The object of my affection is the prettiest thing God ever put breath into. I like that expression because it describes her to a “T.” She has shiny golden hair and wears cool clothes to school every day. I get a funny feeling every time she looks at me with those big blue eyes. I can’t quite describe it. It’s pleasure and pain all rolled into one. My stomach does funny things. She’s not only beautiful, she’s smart too. If anyone tries to smart-ass her, she can put them in their place with a few well-chosen words.
My mates are all in love with her too so I have to think of a way to deal with the rivalry.
I may be young but that won’t stop me from thinking about marrying her “when our ages won’t be there to draw the line (I’m thinking of that Everley Brothers song now)”.
My beautiful girlfriend is clever too. She teaches English and History.
Published in Writers Voice, Spring edition No. 273 September 2021
