knew everything about him, the name of the father to his sister, named after the street where he lived full number, home phone. I knew that even in hospital he was born, and what city.
I was only seven years, but even then I knew how to commit myself to get what I wanted. This does not mean that my have been a true, great, mainly because first love was totally platonic, not even eaten in a walk hand in hand.
The memory of that first, fiery cooked accompanied me over the years, as well as the image of what in time became a very good boy, less delicate features of childhood and appeared to an Indian prince, already then harem-equipped (I was not the only one to set eyes upon him, in the schoolyard).
surrounded himself with a haughty procession of friends ugly and less prone to the leaders, and ran back and forth to get noticed: irresistible.
Tonight I wanted to see, as a testimony that I have never forgotten. He joined my life in spite of himself, in the memory and reality when I crossed my belly to the event and is stirred by the memory of my seven years. It 'happened over and over again, after many years: at a glance, we recognized, we are excited and went their separate way. So much changed, so different from each other. I've seen young girls engaged with insignificant and leave immediately after high school to enroll, go to work.
willy-nilly, you came into my life. And without touching them.
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