It was spring & the garden beds in my front garden were bursting to life. I remember, I was embarrassed that you saw me in my school uniform that day. I was collecting letters from the mail box in the evening & you must have seen me. I dropped my letters on the side walk & you bent down & gathered them up for me. My heart froze & I remember I could see the reflection of my flowers in your eyes as you handed them back to me. Maybe you were coming back. I told him I was searching for a soccer ball. Oh my wind-swept haired boy. How I miss you. That night I thought maybe I'll grow up too. I realise now, that I won't. Now I still write to you, every weekend.Please, write back. He was nothing but coffee-table sex & a fake smile.