A First Love Memory That Stayed With Me
Iâd played a hundred games before that one⌠but it was the first time it actually mattered who was in the stands.
She told me she would come, and she kept her promise.
I caught her walking in with Olivia just before warmups. I remember trying not to stareâbut I did anyway. I lifted my hand in a quick wave, and when she smiled back at me⌠yeah, that was it.
She looked so cute. Effortless. Like she didnât even realize what just showing up meant to me.
And I remember thinkingâsheâs here. She came to see me.
I couldnât actually believe she was mine.
Fourteen-year-old me was pretty sure that meant something permanent.
The gym was loud that night. Sneakers squeaking against the floor, the echo of the buzzer, people shouting from the stands. Iâd heard it all before.
But that night, it all sounded different.
Or maybe it was just me.
I kept telling myself not to look for her again. Iâd already seen her come in, already waved like an idiot during warmups. That shouldâve been enough.
It wasnât.
Every time I stepped up to the line, every time the ball left my hands, I caught myself glancing toward the stands.
She was still there.
Sitting with Olivia, leaning forward just a little, like she was actually paying attention. Like it mattered to her.
I donât remember much about the first half. I probably should. Iâm sure Coach wouldâve had a lot to say about that.
I just remember my heart pounding a little harder than usual.
Not because of the game.
Because of her.
I thought that meant something importantâthat if she was there, if she was watching, then I had to be better.
So I played like it mattered.
I ran a little faster. Took shots I mightâve hesitated on. Dove for loose balls I probably wouldâve let go.
And every once in a while, Iâd hear itâher voice, somewhere in the noise.
Cheering.
For me.
It came down to the last few seconds.
I remember that much.
The score was tied, and the gym got quieter in that strange way it doesâlike everyoneâs holding their breath at the same time.
The ball ended up in my hands. I donât even remember how.
I probably panicked for half a second.
And then I looked up.
Not at the basket.
At her.
She was already watching me.
And for some reason, that made it simple.
I took the shot.
It went in.
The buzzer sounded, and the place exploded. Teammates yelling, people jumping up, Coach clapping me on the back like Iâd just done something incredible.
And maybe I had.
But I didnât look at any of them.
I looked at her.
She was smiling.
Thatâs the part I remember.
By the time everything settled downâhandshakes, Coach talking, guys messing aroundâI kept finding myself looking toward the stands again.
She was gone.
And for a second, I thought maybe Iâd missed her.
Then I turned aroundâand there she was.
Waiting for me near the edge of the court.
Like sheâd been there the whole time.
I remember walking over, trying to play it cool, like I hadnât just spent the entire game hoping she was watching.
âYou were amazing,â she said.
Simple.
But the way she said it⌠like she actually meant it.
And before I could even think of something to say back, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me.
I froze for half a secondâprobably longer than I should have.
I had no idea what to do with that.
But I hugged her back.
Of course I did.
And then, just as she pulled away, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.
It barely lasted a second.
But yeahâŚ
I felt that for a while.
Funny, the things you hold onto.
I couldnât tell you the final score of that game now if you asked me.
I donât remember who we played.
But I remember exactly where she was sitting.
I remember the way she smiled when I looked over.
And I remember walking out of that gym thinking Iâd just had the best night of my life.
Because she was there.
And for a little whileâŚ
I was pretty sure she was mine.
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