Contacted by my childhood prince!

Reading JJ’s Two Prince and a Princess, the other night, inspired me to contact my two surviving childhood crushes. The last I heard through mutual friends, one lived in Iran and the other in UK.

I used the word “surviving” because the other two most loved of my childhood princes died in freak accidents, few years apart, at very young ages. They were both about 10 years older than me. One threw himself in the Mediterranean sea at age 26 and the other overdosed on morphine after battling cancer at age 28. Both were my cousins, from different aunts. Both were some of the most interesting, accomplished and charismatic human beings I ever met. I miss them dearly…but those are very different stories.

After reading JJ, I went to my old draweres in the attic energetically digging out my childhood memorabilia. I knew exactly what I was looking for but I was taking my sweet time while I silently debated if I should contact them after all these years? what would they sound like? more improtantly what would I say?!…. I thought in the worst possible scenario they may think that I had turned into a neurotic perimenopausal woman in search of old love fantasies. And what was wrong with that I thought. Isn’t that much better than being a psychotic one? One thing was certain, I wanted them to know that I was once in love with them. Why? So in the event that one of us died the secret would not be eternelly buried! In other words, just for the heck of it! What better reason to contact by phone or email, childhood friends or second cousins after oh so many years to see how they were doing, and by the way have they heard anything of Bobak or Morad?! One call to an old friend in Paris was specifically productive as I found both of these old princes by their emails and home phone numbers. And the latest news was that one’s daughter was an accomplished businesswoman and the other one just had a third child with his second wife. These details were interesting but irrelevant. I also heard that one had a heart attack not long ago and the other has retired from practice and occupies his time with snow sports. And both were bald. This was most irrelevant to me as I know I am not the one they remembered either.

So I emailed Babak and Morad (separately but cc’ing each other) with JJ’s story link and a short paragraph letting them know that having experienced a profound childhood feeling towards them, I was wondering how and where they each were.

My memories of Babak include the small framed Fifth grade football player with Beatles haircut and the darkest eyes I had ever seen stare at me. I used to get goosebumps every time I looked at this boy. Our dads being colleagues and friends, occasionally I would see him with his family. Babak and never talked. We would sit right there with the grown ups in absolute silence. Just hypersensitive to the other’s presence sitting across the living room pretending to listen to our parents’ conversations. Few times out of the blue, Babak dropped in front of me, these cool stickers of sailing ships, made in UK. He would not say a word. After a few seconds, I would pick up the gift, hide it in my clothes. After smelling the stickers for many minutes and admiring the details in different lights, in different rooms and then outside, I’d safeguard it. I gave a couple of them to my stepson long time ago but kept my favorite sticker with my other nostalgic gems, photo albums and sketch pads, old letters and such, in the attic.

Just tonight when I checked my emails, I saw a reply from Babak! My heart was pounding, I was confused and looked at his name for a few minutes then opened to see a long email in Farsi! What a treat! He thanked me for remembering him, the efforts it took to find him and for sending him the link to JJ’s sweet childhood story.

He started his email by asking about my mom’s coping with my dad’s death many years ago. He was at my dad’s funeral in Tehran, where I was not. He also wrote about the excitement of thinking about me from Fifth grade until Nineth! High school?! (I was to another crush by My high school!) He wrote that he can never forget the smell of my long hair or the shy look in my eyes behind my glasses when he passed by me. He wrote that it is a mystery to him how we never talked to each other. And finally hoped to see me again if and when I visited his part of the world. I am touched. Especially about he and his family attending my father’s funeral back in early 90’s. Attached there was a photo of him holding his beautiful little granddaughter.

I am no longer shy or silent. I am thinking about emailing him back, not immediately, attaching my family photo, inviting him to contact me when he travels to my side of the world.

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