I cannot recall what we talked about. I probably tried to make small talk, and Kyle probably made fun of me. That was how our friendship usually went. We did not hug or kiss, or do anything remotely boyfriendy-girlfriendy. We were two friends, one older and experienced (in high school, one year makes all the difference) and the other young and naive. He was phenomenally handsome, and I remember watching him drive and feeling a shivering thrill rip through me at the thought that he was going to be mine, and my first. I truly thought I loved him, though I lacked the emotional courage or language to tell him so.
