I had loved him since the moment he'd taken the pudding from me. When my father had announced on Dez's eighteenth birthday that he supported a match between us, I'd never been happier than I was in that moment. I was young. And stupid. When Dez had disappeared the very next day, I experienced a heartache that I thought would swallow me whole and never spit me out. He'd been more than a crush. He had been my best friend, my confidant and my world.
The narrator reflects on a deep emotional connection with Dez, which blossomed from a simple moment of sharing pudding. This seemingly trivial event marked the beginning of her affection for him, transforming her life when her father revealed his support for their potential relationship. The excitement was overwhelming, but it also revealed her youthful naivety about love.
However, that happiness quickly turned to despair with Dez's sudden disappearance the day after...
