Love’s First Spark

It’s decades since I last laid my eyes upon his sun spun hair and deep green eyes reminiscent of the sea that took his life. Our love still haunts my heart. Sometimes I wonder if he is haunting me now.

We were part of a group of teenagers off on a two-week house painting excursion at the lake house of his aunt, far from the familiar coastal waters that bordered our hometown and far from parental oversight. Even though his cousin…