As They Say - (Revised) - Prologue. Prologue

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As they say, love is blind. I can tell you, now, that is not true.

Love is a cesspit of endless struggles and confusions; hence, why it is called a cesspit of love. Infatuation is blind; it is short and sweet, but then you move on.

It all started one blissful summer, when I turned fourteen. The year I shared my first kiss and the time I shared my first sexual experience with another boy. You could say I was a bit on the isolated front, living in the middle of the countryside, with just my handful of friends, and not knowing anything beyond my little world. However, the tales of my friends are a different story for another day. In the summer of 1991, yes, the intrepid year of Sonic the Hedgehog, Terminator 2, and that blasphemes depressing song “Everything I do, I do it for you.” I found my first love with the boy next door. The lad came to stay with his grandparents while his parents were away for a 'short business trip' to England. The two of us sort of became friends, and things progressed from there.

I must warn you, though, if you're still reading this, then you're reading my diary, which has been long left settled in the bottom of a box in my attic in London. Pushing forty now, I can say I am settled, married, and have two children.

Twenty-five years are gone; that's a lifetime ago. I wonder where he is and how he turned out? That boy was a real inspiration and a true friend.

So, let me tell you the story; about the year I fell in love with a boy, which could only happen once. Because, as they say, love is involuntary, and only memories remain.