Love Story: Page 6
October 4, 2015
June 2000 – South Shore, Nova Scotia
I had one half-day of school left before summer vacation began. My mom sent Achim to pick me up, and in a testament to how completely oblivious I was to any romantic possibility, I hadn’t even told my two best friends about him. They call it a “slow-motion moment”, when this cute, unknown boy came slowly weaving through the students sitting on the sun-warmed pavement in front of the school and locked his gaze on us.
We spent the next few days together, almost without pause. I would tag along with my family on whatever idyllic tourist experience my mom had planned for our visitor, somewhat less begrudgingly than usual. We canoe-stalked frogs, swam, ran along the pine-clustered seaside trails, and talked and talked and talked. It was so easy. There was none of that hot awkwardness that usually came with being around a boy in the presence of my family. He felt like family.
At night, we would hang around, puttering inconspicuously until everyone else had gone to bed and then we’d keep on talking. We would talk until the sky began to glow, scuttling off to our respective beds to the sound of my morning bird mother tapping her toothbrush on the upstairs sink. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I didn’t realize what was happening. I just didn’t think he saw me that way.
My sister arrived, smarting from the culture shock of returning to our tiny town after her glorious affair with independence. I remember her narrowed eyes as she watched us laughing together. I felt like I’d been caught in the act of something I couldn’t place.
Page 6/15. I’m a little behind but I’m making good time here, hoping to post another tonight or latest, early tomorrow! In case you missed this post, I’ll be writing and illustrating our story over the course of 30 days. It’s a true love story that spans 17 years. You can expect new “pages” posted every second day, from September 22-October 21.
p.s. Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4 and Page 5, if you’ve just started reading. 🙂