It was the summer of 1985 my best friend just got a brand new Nissan 300zx for her birthday. Fast cars, and fast friends that was the crowd that I hung with; a young teen on the brink of loosing her innocence. His name was John. He was mildly handsome and very flirtatious and for a girl like me who was craving attention, he fit the bill. It didn't matter that my friend had been seeing him, I liked him and I was going to be his. By the end of the summer I got my wish. When school started so did the pressures of being "in love". He said he loved me too so it was okay; he was the one. My friends pressured me too; pressed me into doing what I knew I wasn't ready for. I gave in anyway.
The years passed and I'd run into John less and less. I married my husband eleven years later. This was the man that God had picked out, the man that should have gotten what I gave to John. However, I never really gave John much thought, he became a fleeting regret of the past and I felt happy.