Confession

“I wonder what love is,” I replied.

Upon his approach and my listening to him, I found it easy to assume that the boy was of the variety I had met before. My first impression of him was likely lost in a sea of lectures and studying. My second first impression was likely forgotten in a crowd of faces. My third first impression could have been forgotten due to my fatigue that day. I likely had many of these “first impressions,” followed by my forgetting his existence. For all intents and purposes, he was a stranger. Yet upon our first exchange, for some reason, the words “I love you” came from his mouth. Words I had never said so easily.