Five weeks n the summer
Submitted by DARIUS on March 31 2002 03:26:04
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- This is the true story of the most beautiful boy in the world, he is my special friend, we spend five weeks together in the summer... It was a typical summer day; it was quite warm, perfect for a swim. We set off for the public pool ignoring our own languishing deserted in the backyard. The boys loved the public pool; they especially enjoyed jumping from the five-meter board. I swam a few laps already and was settling down in the play area, when I first saw him. He was without question the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was about eight years old, with the most magnificent blue eyes, a beautiful face, and a sprinkle of freckles with brown hair. He was alone, hanging unto the side of the pool, lonely. I swan around him for a few minutes waiting for someone to talk with him, but he remained alone. I could not restrain myself any longer, I went to him and became momentarily speechless, for up close his beauty radiated, he was so beautiful, I found it difficult to speak, the words formed in my head but became mere utterance, I was awe struck, at a boy so perfect, his face, his beautiful eyes, his nose, his perfectly formed mouth…my heart pounded, my knees trembled, I became a fragile version of myself, I could barely speak. I finally managed to utter, 'can you swim', And, this perfect creature, seemed surprise and pleased, someone was talking to him, he replied no. I asked if he would like to learn? And, the most beautiful boy in the world smiled, a radiant smile that is forever imprinted in my memory. He became instantly happy, joyful. I held this beautiful boy and begin teaching him how to swim. I learned he was only seven; he was visiting his grandmother for five weeks. He was a quick learner and soon was swimming greater and greater distances. I would leave him on the edge of the pool and walk almost to the center, and this beautiful boy would do his earnest to swim to me, swim to someone that would hold him safe and praise his magnificent effort. Then we played, I would hug him and twirl him around the pool ever so fast and he would laugh, he was happy. I was happy. Then our time was up, the free swim was over…we had to say goodbye. I took him over to his grandmother and praised his achievement, and we left… My boys wanted to play in an adjacent park so we drove over. And as I was parking I saw him, yes he was also at the park. The moment he saw me he ran over, he was excited; were we staying can I play with him/? His questions were a frenzied of enthusiasm. My answers were yes. His grandmother had planned a picnic in the park and we joined them. The next hour I played with this beautiful boy, his beauty was also in spirit, he wanted to be hug, to be tossed up in the air and be caught, he wanted to be chased and to chase…he wanted to play and we played, we had fun. We soon stop our merriment and joined his grandmother and her friend on her blanket. The boy without hesitation sat on my lap and we shared a drink, he was so happy and without realizing so I found myself hugging him. Then we had to part, today was his last day with his grandmother, and tomorrow he’ll return home I had just met him less than two hour before but my heart became saddened. I gave him a long hug goodbye. He sat in the back seat of his grandmother’s car waving bye then he was gone. My heart became saddened, I had recently lost a longed loved boy, and this boy whom entered my life so suddenly and make life remarkable for two hours is now gone…I would remember him for a long, long time, he was the most beautiful boy in the world, his name was Aaron… The most beautiful boy, whom had dropped into my life, so unexpectedly was gone. I would remember him for a long time, his beauty, his innocence, his happiness, his friendship…how for a couple hour, we made each other happy, and the more I remembered him, the more I loved him…and the more I missed him. I would lay awake thinking of him, what kind of day did he have, was he happy, was he sad, if he had ever thought of me…I thought of how lucky those are who live with him, who see him daily, his teachers, his neighbors, do they realize how special he is …? Time marches on. Soon this beautiful boy would come to my memories at times…then…no more. My life would soon be of misery... I had lost a long loved boy..And now was loosing another…I was loosing Kyle, we had became very close after Brian discarded me for his first girlfriend. I had come to love Kyle as much as Brian and now had to say goodbye… A winter of my discontent faded into spring, yet with the rebirth of life..My heart remained withered dead; alone…spring soon yield to summer, and its long warm days. I had become accustom to loneliness, my heart resolved at love lost. We had returned to the pool often, and here for moments, I would experience some momentary happiness, with a brief encounter with a boy I would befriend, yet these were fleeting. One day I completed my customary dive under water the length of the pool. And, when I surfaced, I saw him, he was kneeling above me, asking me a question…I experienced a thousand emotions at the same time, my senses became overwhelmed, I stared at him, unable to speak, to think..was I dreaming…He stared at me and again asked “do you want to play’…and I realized, it was him, I was not dreaming. I became overjoyed with extreme bliss, I was happy again, gone were months of misery of solitude. I sprang out of the pool in an instant and had picked him up and was hugging him and the boy too was returning my hug in return… Then I finally [laced him down and had a look at him, he was even more beautiful than I remembered, he had grown about an inch, his body perfectly proportioned, he had a swimmer body. He was happy to see me. He was back again for five weeks. And he had remembered me instantly, after a year he remembered our two hours together, I was his special friend. He told me of his time away and of new swimming abilities and was eager to show me and he did. We spent the two-hour enjoying the company of each other; somehow the other people in the pool just did not seem to be there. I found myself hugging him more than often and he languished in my hug…man and boy was happy. We began a routine of meeting at the pool and spending the entire time inseparable, if he went off the diving board, I would be with him, we even went to the bathroom together. We also would spend the long summer evenings at the park, his grandmother with her blanket provided a place of momentary rest…then off again we would dash, two boys enjoying everything the beautiful summer day had to offer. When it was time to go, I would always hug him and kiss him. He would be gone for a week visiting another grandmother then he would come back with eager anticipation to see me and I more so, him. We continued our moments of happiness, meeting at the pool and the park. One day, after playing and it was time to leave, I tussled his hair and said goodbye and started walking away, when he called me back and said aren’t you forgetting something, my hug and kiss. I smiled and felt an increased love for this boy, I picked him up and hugged him and kissed him, he then smiled. The next day we met again at the pool and had our usual wonderful time together, he had become an accomplished swimmer and loved to be chased across the pool. I would chase him and catch him give him a hug and let him go again…We went to our favorite park and played tag and a few other games… like Ryan, he too liked to be held aloft, to soar like an airplane..and he loved to be hugged. When it was time to leave, I picked him up and gave him his usual hug, but when I was about to kiss him on the cheeks as I usually did, he instead kissed me on the lips, not once but twice and I loved it. I carried him over to his grandmother and placed him down and I said goodbye, see you tomorrow. He said no, I’m going to my grandmother. I told him then I’ll need a hug to last a week, and he said you’ll have to catch me first, and ran off. I pretended to try to catch him, then returned to my truck and waited for his grandmother to drive off. And, as they did, she stopped at my truck, and Aaron rolled his window down and said to me for the first time. “I love you”, I was surprised, but quickly answered, “I love you more”, and he was gone…I waited a week eagerly waiting to see him again as this was his last week. But, my beautiful Aaron did not show up at the pool or the park. I returned all that week in vain, but the boy I loved more than the world did not appear. Friday was the last day I tried to see him and when he did not appear I gave up…I was resolved to wait another year for this boy…I would later learn that he was sick, and even though his grandmother had my phone, she would not let him call me, she did not wish for Aaron to bother me. The irony of this tore at my heart, as I would have traveled around the world to see this boy once more…I was left with the solace of remembering his last words to me…I love you… |
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