When I was in high school I found out that a guy I liked had a crush on me too. He couldn’t ask me out because I wasn’t Jewish. He really loved me. After graduation he went away to college. He called me one time about a year later, to tell me he was marrying a girl that his mother had chosen for him. I got the impression he would have rather gotten to know me better.
I’m happily married now, some 20 years later, and I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s.
But sometimes I wonder where he is.
And if he is as happy as I am.
