My pre-school love

His name was Bryce and I was head over heels the first day I met him.  We were three, at the Caring Center and loving every moment of our friendship. At least I was.  I had my first kiss with him, in fact.  It was the end of our play date (the phrase seems so fitting now), but I couldn't just leave, so I kissed him.  Nothing too risque, just on the cheek.  I was a toddler at the time, but it felt amazing.  I rode home with "Won't you marry me, Bryce?" playing in my head.