I hope this letter finds you safe and well. Almost 10 years has passed since I last wrote to you. I wonder if you even remember me, I know I certainly remember you. I was the very short, blonde, loud and cheeky boy who you first met on the school residential trip to London with your auntie Karen Dickinson in May 2004. And you, were the first girl I ever fancied. I remember the feeling so well; the way I couldn’t stop staring at you. The warmth I would feel inside when you sat next to me on the bus. It was so exciting. I mean it sounds crazy to talk about this kind of thing considering we were only 11, but it’s amazing to think that that was the first time I ever felt attraction, or a connection with somebody.
As I am writing this I realise how completely weird this must seem, and therefore think I should explain a little. I am currently sat alone in a tent, in the dark, in a field next to the sea, just outside Zennor, near Land’s End in Cornwall (Still pretty weird I know…). I am running a solo performance project which involves me walking 270 miles from the place I was born in North Devon to the university at which I now study in Falmouth. As I walk along the coast path I am gradually progressing through the events of my life and using them as inspiration. I am currently aged 11 years and 3 months, it’s May 2004, and I am in Zennor. So here I am reliving and remembering my first ever crush; you. I remember so clearly the last moment that I saw you as you smiled and climbed into Karen’s car and the sadness that stunned my body. Don’t worry if you don’t remember any of this, it is strange that I can remember it so vividly. But it is also lovely to remember that feeling of first love.
I just wanted to let you know how I felt back then, as of course I could never have told you at the time. I hope that you are well and living an awesome life. Would be great if you could find the time to reply to me however you can, I have enclosed a card with my email address and project website if you’d like to see what I’m doing.
Lots of Love from a fancier of the past,