Nineteen Years of Reminiscence
Today in 1995, I fell deeply for a boy 4 years older, in 3 days. And when we were eventually separated by the sea, I cried 3 days straight in the attic, imagining how he was, where he was, what he was doing. Ah fascination. I continued to puppy love him for years after. We have not seen each other since. Nineteen years passed. Wonder if he still remembers, me, us, that day in one fine summer’s day.