Memoir


Have you ever had a friend who was more than a friend? The kind that made you smile when you were down, made you laugh when you wanted to cry? I've had a friend like that - special, warm, funny, caring, sentimental, loving...just downright wonderful. My friend cared about me and always made sure that I was happy. But no one could've convinced me in a million years that I would fall in love with him.

Walter Vaughan was his name and he was my brother's best friend. He was medium height, had brown hair and hazel eyes. Personally, I thought he was the cutest thing that ever walked into our house. But he was nineteen and I was only twelve. And nineteen year-olds hardly have their minds on twelve year-olds! He often spent entire weekends at our house, and as the months passed, I saw him more and more frequently. I never really got to know him; he was just a familiar face in our household. He had better things to do than to hang around his friend's little sister.

For a time, he disappeared off the face of the earth. We did not see him for a while and my whole family found themsleves asking "Where's Walter?" We soon found out that he had gone into the army reserves. After his return from boot camp, however, he started his regular visits again. Time passed so slowly, but, oh, how quickly it flew! As I got older, he began to spend more time with me than with my brother. We had unbelivable talks on all sorts of topics. There were many weekends that we spent staying up late together watching music videos until the Saturday morning cartoons came on. He began to hang around me a lot and seemed to really care about my feelings and my dreams. He was always eager to hear what I had to say. I had never before had such a caring friend like that - a friend that was easy to talk to, easy to get along with, and easy to care about.

He went away to army summer camp soon after we became very close. I began to find that my every thought included him during those two weeks. Even the songs on the radio reminded me of him. But why was I always thinking of him? Was I in love? How could I know? I could not understand it, but I hoped he could help me understand once he got back. When he finally did return, we once again spent much of our time together, mainly talking. In one of the rap sessions, we both started to blurt out how much we had been thinking about each other. As it turned out, he had loved me for a long time, but had never had the courage to tell me. I wanted to return the love, but I did not really know whether I was in love or not. But the more I was around him (which was a lot), the more I seemed to fall in love. He made me feel like no one had ever made me feel - special.

But it was soon that the summer came to a close, and he was offered a job on my cousin's yacht in St. Thomas. He did not know how long he'd be down there, and needless to say, it made me heartsick. Tearfully, I saw him off at the airport, feeling as if I'd never see him again. The days passed very slowly, and my sadness grew with every day. I cried myself to sleep almost every night, wishing that he was at home and not miles and miles away. I talked to him often on the phone, however, and we both expressed how much we missed each other. Yet, he never told me when he was coming home.

After six weeks of total misery, I came home from work one particular Sunday and sensed an odd feeling in the air. My brother was unusually talkative as I entered the house, and his girlfriend followed me around the kitchen. After spending a while in the kitchen, I finally went back to my room to change clothes. As I entered my room, something seemed to be different. I could not explain what, but somehow the aura had changed. A few things were out of place and I wondered who could've been in my room. Suddenly, a body leapt out of my closet and yelled "BABY!!!" Of course, it was Walter. I screamed with joy and dropped my purse, spilling the contents all over the floor in the process. I hugged him for two or three hours, I'm sure, but it felt quite like two or three seconds. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I couldn't stand being away from you. I was totally miserable without you. I had to come back." It was the happiest moment of my entire life and I will never forget it.

This month is our ninth month together and many, many more are yet to come. I have never been so happy in all of my life and I have no intentions of letting such a wonderful friend and love slip away from me.

Walter Vaughan


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Have you ever had a friend who was more than a friend? The kind that made you smile when you were down, made you laugh when you wanted to cry? I've had a friend like that - special, warm, funny, caring, sentimental, loving...just downright wonderful. My friend cared about me and always made sure that I was happy. But no one could've convinced me in a million years that I would fall in love with him.

Walter Vaughan was his name and he was my brother's best friend. He was medium height, had brown hair and hazel eyes. Personally, I thought he was the cutest thing that ever walked into our house. But he was nineteen and I was only twelve. And nineteen year-olds hardly have their minds on twelve year-olds! He often spent entire weekends at our house, and as the months passed, I saw him more and more frequently. I never really got to know him; he was just a familiar face in our household. He had better things to do than to hang around his friend's little sister.

For a time, he disappeared off the face of the earth. We did not see him for a while and my whole family found themsleves asking "Where's Walter?" We soon found out that he had gone into the army reserves. After his return from boot camp, however, he started his regular visits again. Time passed so slowly, but, oh, how quickly it flew! As I got older, he began to spend more time with me than with my brother. We had unbelivable talks on all sorts of topics. There were many weekends that we spent staying up late together watching music videos until the Saturday morning cartoons came on. He began to hang around me a lot and seemed to really care about my feelings and my dreams. He was always eager to hear what I had to say. I had never before had such a caring friend like that - a friend that was easy to talk to, easy to get along with, and easy to care about.

He went away to army summer camp soon after we became very close. I began to find that my every thought included him during those two weeks. Even the songs on the radio reminded me of him. But why was I always thinking of him? Was I in love? How could I know? I could not understand it, but I hoped he could help me understand once he got back. When he finally did return, we once again spent much of our time together, mainly talking. In one of the rap sessions, we both started to blurt out how much we had been thinking about each other. As it turned out, he had loved me for a long time, but had never had the courage to tell me. I wanted to return the love, but I did not really know whether I was in love or not. But the more I was around him (which was a lot), the more I seemed to fall in love. He made me feel like no one had ever made me feel - special.

But it was soon that the summer came to a close, and he was offered a job on my cousin's yacht in St. Thomas. He did not know how long he'd be down there, and needless to say, it made me heartsick. Tearfully, I saw him off at the airport, feeling as if I'd never see him again. The days passed very slowly, and my sadness grew with every day. I cried myself to sleep almost every night, wishing that he was at home and not miles and miles away. I talked to him often on the phone, however, and we both expressed how much we missed each other. Yet, he never told me when he was coming home.

After six weeks of total misery, I came home from work one particular Sunday and sensed an odd feeling in the air. My brother was unusually talkative as I entered the house, and his girlfriend followed me around the kitchen. After spending a while in the kitchen, I finally went back to my room to change clothes. As I entered my room, something seemed to be different. I could not explain what, but somehow the aura had changed. A few things were out of place and I wondered who could've been in my room. Suddenly, a body leapt out of my closet and yelled "BABY!!!" Of course, it was Walter. I screamed with joy and dropped my purse, spilling the contents all over the floor in the process. I hugged him for two or three hours, I'm sure, but it felt quite like two or three seconds. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I couldn't stand being away from you. I was totally miserable without you. I had to come back." It was the happiest moment of my entire life and I will never forget it.

This month is our ninth month together and many, many more are yet to come. I have never been so happy in all of my life and I have no intentions of letting such a wonderful friend and love slip away from me.

Walter Vaughan


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