I went through my teenage years not tangled up in boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. It was not that I wasn't interested or didn't dream of such things. There was the occasional crush and short lived romance. But nothing truly serious. I guarded my heart closely.
I knew that I would be going out of state to college and felt no pressure to be tied down to my small town. I used this as my excuse to keep any and all males in my life as good friends. It was just a lot of fun.
I attended the same church all throughout my years at home. It had a large youth group, 50 or so. As in any teenage culture, there were the usual cliques. My junior year of high school a young man was invited to church by his schoolmate. He had bright blond hair, blue eyes. I remember him as tall and thin, with a lot of energy. He didn't talk much, but smiled a lot. He kind of stood outside the group looking in.
I remember vividly the Sunday morning he walked forward during the invitation and was baptized. I heard his name was Sean.
Sean continued attending church during his Senior year even though his friend had graduated and moved on. He spent time with our youth pastor, Rick, helping out whenever needed. On one occasion Rick took me to Sean's school play. Knowing virtually no one, he went on the Senior spring break trip to Florida. I payed little attention, but I do remember that he owned the first CD player that I had ever seen and that he was reading a book written by Einstein.
I heard that he was going to college in Florida to study engineering.