Forget about the mature adult relationships you may have had for just a moment. You know the ones: The perfectly planned out Valentine’s Day gifts—with greeting cards and expensive chocolates, perhaps even a tiny box of jewelry that was meticulously gift wrapped. You know those relationships where you talk about feelings and futures, make promises, commitments, investments and share responsibilities; before there were foot and backrubs, dinners to be made, date nights, in-laws, kids and noticeable idiosyncrasies. 

Go back as far as you can and remember a simple time when you were younger. Maybe it was a first crush or puppy love. Perhaps it was a young love or first kiss that sent shockwaves through your entire body. 
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In third grade, a boy named *Doug moved to our school. He was a fraternal twin. Doug was a sweet, soft spoken, but silently strong type of boy. I could tell he’d been through a lot, as I was also quiet and observant, inquisitive and insightful at a young age.
*{I’ve changed the names of the people in this  reflection of my first love /puppy love, sheer bliss, or whatever you want to call it; of simple times and of pure feeling of thoughtfulness and friendship.} 

    Dear Diary, 
    Today, Doug smiled at me and said ‘good job’ 
    when we played capture the flag in gym.