When I was 14, I met this guy at a church camp. I thought he was very sweet but I did not reciprocate the feelings he had for me. He would give me chocolates and gave me this plastic necklace with an ‘A’ on it for my name. He also wrote me a sort-of love letter. I was freaking out. He was my first pursuer. Somehow he got my phone number and started calling me. He would call me collect, so my parents were paying for a phone call I did not want to take. Once he even called me at 11 PM, which made my parents pretty upset. I remember pretty well the last time he called me. We talked for a minute or so and then he said those six words a lot of people dread: I need to tell you something. I got really nervous. This is how our conversation went after that: “It’s like this…… I… I… I…” “You…?” “I li… I li… I…” Silence. “I, I gotta go!” “Me too!” I feel so bad for him now. I say he was the first person to tell me that he liked me, even though he never actually got to say it. Amelia – Somewhere