First Love

I know what is wrong with me... I never let go of things. I hold on to them. It isn't always a bad thing just sometimes it tires you down. I recently was looking at old pictures and remembering the good times- missing the great moments! I do miss a lot of things. My first love. I miss him... it sounds crazy! But he was the first- and the only person I said those three precious words of passion: "I Love You". I did or thought I did and... think I still do? I don't know what is going on with me but when I saw his picture I felt so happy and warm and giggly and still can't stop smiling... just like the first time he kissed me. It was my first kiss. It wasn't the best but they got better after that first awkward moment in his bedroom. I remember it like it was yesterday. He lived right across the street from me and that one summer we hung out ALL the time and did everything together. Together. We were together.
His parents were cool and really liked me, I loved going over there and he was always at my house as well. It was the year my parents were getting a divorce so it was just my mom and I living there because my two brothers were in Washington and my father was in Oregon. Seth would be over at my house at ten or eleven at night because we would watch the stars or we would watch a movie. It's funny too because he was always at my house before I met him, he was helping my mom with a lot of things around the house or cut wood and stuff when everyone was gone. She is the one who introduced us and wanted something to happen.
When my brother got home and found out all about him he was furious! He threatened him and all this crap and told him to leave and never come to our house again. Seth would still come over sometimes but my dumb brother fed him the same speech each time. Then we moved.
When I came back to visit I stopped by his house and talked with his parents; he came out and was surprised to see me. He also said I looked really good and stuff. I remember and regret this- he walked me home and we just talked and got caught up again but when he asked for a hug I said "No, because you are a bad boy and I don't hug bad boys." I still remember that! I was so mad at myself. I thought that he would still hug me or something or see right through me but he just turned and walked away and that was the last time I talked to him...