We were 13 yrs old and he had come for the summer to my house in the town to play baseball. He went to a small school in a smaller town than mine. He rode to town every morning that summer with a man that worked in town. My dad found out he wanted to play baseball and arranged it. I can't remember the first time he kissed me, but there were many more sweet kisses throughout high school. He and his dad rebuilt a 1941 ford and he would drive over to see me even before he got driving license. I went away to a different college but, we remained friends throughout his life. He died last spring. Before he died, he sent me, via internet, He Quit Loving Her Today. He died a few months later of a heart attack. This is a true story.