By Angel no1halo@yahoo.com
Date: 9 June 2000
Until Autumn Came
I was ten and flirty and shy when I met the boy of my dreams.
He was also ten and cute and shyer than I was.
I say cute because he wasn't the most handsome boy on the hill that day,
but he had a headful of curly-brown hair and enough dimples to be
deemed cute (like Bobby, the smallest brady boy in the 'Bunch'). He also
wasn't the smartest, nor the strongest, nor the bravest boy I had known.
But he had something that all the other boys didn't have...and that was
STYLE (and me). While all the other boys were trying to woo me with a slug in
the arm or a bug in my face, he captured me in a quiet way...the sweetest way...
he charmed me with *flora*.
And all summer long the only thing that mattered to me was the boy who wove me
a daisy-chain necklace... until Autumn came and she took him away.
Angel 6/9/00
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