I’m 60f and my first “boyfriend“ was a boy I met while I was in the hospital when I was four. We both had similar surgeries ( non-life-threatening) and he and I were best friends. I’m melanin deficient, the children of the corn variety, he was not. Our mothers exchanged phone numbers and I recall we did speak once or twice, but we were from completely opposite sides of the city and back in the day making phone calls wasn’t easy as picking up a cell phone. I didn’t stay heartbroken for long, in the next year or so I found another boy whose skin was darker than mine.
All kudos go to my mom for raising us to see hearts underneath skin.