The majority of us were familiar with each other since we had been in attendance at this school since at least first grade, others arrived for kindergarten and had been friends even longer.
Richard was in a new school, and visibly upset with wet eyes and ruddy cheeks from crying, his last name bought him to his present location, seated among other like last named children.
When our new music teacher was putting each of us through scales no one expected that Richard’s hormones had caused him to have a rich baritone voice that went up several octaves and down to a reverberating roar with ease.
I looked forward to seeing him and a few others every day.
Richard and I were in choir together and I’m sure he would not know this but he’s the reason I quit singing as a child.
His name was Jessie, and besides sharing the first name of my Dad, he stole my heart with his caramel skin, dark, thick eyes and smile.
Things would never work out between us, we did have an *interlude* later in life, after having became close friends after graduation and during mid high school.
His lack of imagination and dark side tendencies were evident early on, but I digress.
He’s still very attractive, unmarried, and………….where was I?
He would whisper in my ear, lower than the teacher’s lecture, of course.
So much of what he said was one way conversation, as I sometimes didn’t know how to fix what was wrong, or what to say to bring back his smile, and gleam in his eye.
Giving people important parts of yourself is no guarantee that the person will use those resources to do as you intended them to do with them. It was easy enough to get over Jessie, as soon as I laid my eyes on Richard, my heart swoled up in my chest and popped.