written 7.25.05 – 9.24.05

Back in high school, I was in love with a girl. Now, I realize that's the cliché beginning of every young boy's childhood, but mine was no different. I was young and smitten and shy and never said anything. She was brunette, beautiful, and oblivious. And now it's all part of me.

I'm not upset about it, really; I'd like to think that I've let it go, moved on. But every once in while another girl's hair or smell will send flashes of memories fleeting, just for a moment, through my brain and she'll come back, if only for a second. There's not a huge amount of things I'd do over if I could go back, but here's one for the list: I'd tell her.

And yes, I really do wonder if we passed on the street if she'd still recognize me.


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