Everyone has a song that just--hits them in the feels. It can be for any reason. It might not even be something tangible--but it does. Could be one, could be multiple. I think for me... that song would have to be Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams. See--everyone has that one... person. I still remember like it was yesterday... walked into my very first class at my new college late. Professor asked me my name, I said "I'm late, nice to meet ya." Everyone chuckled--but one person in the front row just... smiled. Strawberry blonde, steel blue eyes. I had to sit near her. Struck up a conversation, she was from Brighton, England. We became friends quick. Asked her out on a date, and she threw herself at the idea. Haha--one day, she was hungry, as she was at school all day and had no money. I, however, always came prepared. Always had a raw potato and beef jerky. Went to the cafeteria and microwaved the potato for her; stole some butter and sour cream from the meal cart and surprised her for lunch--and she was mine. She wasn't my first, but I was hers. I wish--wish, I would have waited. Hindsight is always 20/20... but if I ever had even the slightest glimpse into the future; I would have waited just for her. She used to just sit--and watch me play guitar, she would clap and give me a huge kiss every time, even if I messed up. Would watch anime all day long together--would steal my words and repeat them in her beautiful accent. She called her mom and had my absolute favorite album (Get Ready by New Order) shipped to my apartment, pressed and labeled in the UK--delivered just for me. Surprised me at work once; she took the bus and waited hours just to find me, just so she could kiss me and say happy birthday. She was always with me, and she eventually started moving things into my apartment. It was a dream come true; I was happy, I was in love. But--nothing lasts forever. One day--I came home from work... found her crying her beautiful blue eyes out. She missed home, she missed her mama... she missed her country. She was an only child, and never knew her father. Her mama wasn't well, and she felt that she had to return--as much as it hurt her... she did what she had to do. The hardest thing I ever had to do--was let her go. We spent our last three months happy, and not thinking about what was soon to come. Then the day came-- I drove her to the airport, spent the day with her--cried in each other's arms. She said I was her "favorite person." That she would do anything for me, that I had her heart. She hated America, but the only thing she loved--was me. I watched her disappear into the crowd... I don't think--I ever cried so much. Came back to a now empty apartment... what was full of love... was now just broken. I never truly healed, even to this day. I don't watch anime anymore, haven't really much since... and I only recently just picked up my guitar again. I still have that record too, it's my most cherished record of all. Even if my house was on fire, it would be the only thing I'd run back in for. People may ask--but aren't you happy with the person you're with now? Well of course I am. We move on--we find other people to fall in love with. We live on, we grow, we learn... but try as you might--ya just can't forget the first one that stole your heart. So whenever I hear this song--it reminds me of her. A time where youth and love turned me from a kid, into a man. Whenever I see a redhead--I just smile and reminisce... and I'll always remember the time when a good 'ol Texan boy, fell for a girl across the pond. Those were--the best days of my life.