I can vent my own idiocies.

I think this guy was The One. Ha…..

His name was JT, and we were 4 or 5? And I totally LOVED him. He is about the only thing I can remember vividly from that age. And I went to Disneyland for Gods sake. So I think he was a big deal.

Primary school. KI/KJ. We were together a LOT. Most of the time in fact, though inseperable may be pushing it.

Then he moved to New Zealand before we hit 8.

I remember exactly how upset I was.

Nobody since has been nicer to me, as much fun, or given better hugs.

We’re in touch now… Friends. I even saw him when he came over to visit his dad a few winters ago. (and for the record, it was exactly the same as it was when he left. it was amazing.)

I joke about how we were soulmates, how we would have totally stayed together if his mum hadnt up and left the country with him and his three siblings… And I am joking on the outside. But inside I am still, all these years later, kinda convinced that its true. Because he is, at the end of the day, the nicest guy I ever met in my whole life.

Thats the first guy. And the best guy.

—out.x