Hey, Liza, it's me. Yep, the same guy who had the balls to kiss you infront of your parents. Though the memories of where we went and what we did are now covered in haze and kaleidoscopic hues, what I still remember are your puppy warm hands brushing against my cheeks, your sugar lips tasting mine, and your soft arms wrapped around my neck.
When you left me, I felt the gut wrenching sadness of a million souls. In my sleep I would sometimes dream about the same blue skies that we both watched in awe and marvel. And when I'd wake up I'd find myself with a lump in my throat.
Though I may not have expressed in words, I loved you Liza. You were my first love.
The last time I saw you was 34 years ago. Now that I'm 38, would you still recognize me if you pass by the old neighborhood and see me riding our favorite swing, flashing the same candy smile I only show everytime my favorite playmate comes out and play?
Well, I hope you would. Really wish you would.