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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Caveate: This is not a sex story. When I was around 12, I had a huge crush on a boy named David. I remember that he was unusual because he had his own motor transport to school. It was a small blue scooter that apparently didn't require a license to drive or no one simply cared.) He was thin, dark haired, wore mostly blue, and he was the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Our school had organized a bus field trip to another city, far away, to see a replica of Shakespeares "Globe Theater."On the way, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that he was assigned to sit next to me. I had the window seat,he had the aisle, and I was so nervous on the trip over. Would he suspect that I just wanted to hug him,nuzzle his ear,and ask him if he liked me too? I was sure he could tell, as my palms were sweaty and my face was flushed,particularly when his leg brushed mine. Finally, we arrived and were given the complete tour. I had actually appeared in a play at this location years earlier (I was the lead in the musical "Oliver!"), and knew the replica like the back of my hand, so I wanted so much to show David all of the hidden stairs,trap doors,and costume rooms with suits of armor and fake fencing foils. I wanted to take him under the dark stage,when no one was looking,put my arms around his neck and whisper "I love you."Instead?David ran off and spent most of his time exploring by himself. I couldn't reach him. He wasn't spending time with girls, or people more popular than me. He was simply off by himself, up stairs and through passageways,observing the architecture with a detached,clinical analysis. I was so disappointed. I so wanted to reach out to him, and tell him I thought he was the most wonderful thing in the world. And then, the tour ended. On the way back, he had the same seat next to me. It was night time, and most of us were being slowly lulled to sleep by the hum of the bus wheels and engine under dim lights. And then it happened. David had been nodding off for the last several minutes, and his beautiful head had been slowly falling in the direction of my left shoulder. "Please, please, please!" I thought to myself, and in fact, my prayer was answered. His head came to rest on my left shoulder, and I could smell his hair and the shampoo he used--a scent that I will never forget. But something even more. I realized that David was so tired from the trip, that his head was slowly slipping down my chest, and eventually rested in my lap. He was sleeping soundly, like an angel, with his head in my lap, and at that minute there was nothing more that I wanted in the world than to be there with him. I couldn't help myself. I reached down to touch his hair, and we continued that way for the rest of the trip. Back in school, the instructor wanted to start a discussion about what we thought of the replica, and what we took away from the trip. We talked about the Bard. We talked about how it was customary in that time to have boys play the parts of women. We talked about Romeo and Juliet, Julius Ceasar, and the terrible tragedy of Hamlet. And then, one of David's friends piped up:"Do you know that David spent the last part of the trip with his head in Will's lap?" I was devastated. I was crushed. And the entire class went silent. David only ever said one thing to me again, and that was "You could have woken me up!" For those of you who believe that this story didn't happen--it did. And it's still a great source of pain to me. If I had told David how I felt, would things have turned out differently? I miss you David, wherever you are. And I regret...<br /><br /><img src="http://i.imgur.com/LhhSQUx.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="541" />