Do you remember the first time you fell in love? I do, and it was a wonderful experience, both exhilarating and painful. I was fourteen years old and a high school freshman when it happened. The young lady’s name was Joyce. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes, and I was quite certain she was one of God’s own angels. I fell in love with Joyce the first time she let me carry her books home from school. I bought her a Pepsi Cola that day, and when she accepted it, I felt like a knight of the Round Table presenting King Arthur with the Holy Grail. The next day she wrote me a note on Blue Horse notebook paper during English class, inviting me to her birthday party. That alone was enough to send my schoolboy ardor into flights of ecstasy, but then wonder of wonders! She signed that note,…