Harley was a JW man 7 years my senior. He was the good-hearted, smart, cultured brother in the hall. Everyone looked up to him, but he never acted boastful or snobbish like others did. He was funny, honest, and loved life. When I was 19, he escorted me and two of my friends to NY. We visited Bethel, ate at the Tavern on the Green, went for a carriage ride through Central Park, hit all the tourist-y sites. He was the big brother I never had... or so HE thought. In my mind, I was madly in love with him.

I have so many wonderful memories of him; I often think about how special he made me feel. A group of us would go dancing (across the state line, where we were of legal age to be there), and he always drove. He was the responsible one. When he held me close and we danced together, I was in another world... a secret world. No one in my life has ever treated me the way he did back then. I was quiet and shy. But with him, I came to life somehow. He was the only person in the KH that I felt alive around. And I am forever grateful to him for that.

He moved out of state when I was in my early 20s. I was devastated. I remember the night we said good-bye. We were alone by his car. That felt strange because no young people were allowed to be unchaperoned, as you know. Well, he bent down and gave me the sweetest kiss that I ever remembered. I wanted him to hold me forever. Thinking back, I can't help but wonder if he secretly had feelings for me as well.

He now lives in California with his wife and children. I can only assume he is still a JW, since I haven't been in touch with him for 20 years. I do dream about him, though.

Anyone else would have asked why I don't try to look him up. But you, my friends, know why I don't. <sigh>