What happened? Look at this. This is a picture of Fabian. It's his handwriting! And, our stupid mailman bent it!
Well, it didn't take long for me to realize that nobody in our household had the mental capacity to appreciate beauty. That was just fine with me. I kept my 8 x 10 picture safely in my room. I taped it onto the wall next to my bed, and during my high school days Fabian tucked me in at night and kissed me when I woke up. Finally I knew why I had been born. I about wore out my small record player playing his 45 record, "Turn Me Loose." Fabian "sent me."
That was 50 years ago. Since then I calmed down somewhat, and my delusional love for Fabian was replaced with the real McCoy. But, you know what? Deep down inside my teenage heart, I still think of him as my teenage hunk.
Ah, yes, Fabian was my idol. He forever will be. Fifty years later, I see him to be someone who was able to make a little girl's heart pound, he entertained me as I sat in my room all alone with my record player wondering why nobody else in the family saw life as I did. There was a time when it was just me and Fabian, and I'll always be grateful to him for that.