I love you, your blue eyes, the Carmel shade of your hair, I love your voice. You would sing often at get-togethers. You’ve always made me laugh, and it pains me to hear news of you now. You’ll never be mine. If you knew who I was, you’d be very surprised. Maybe not; I sensed you felt the same about me, when we were close, a long time ago. -NeverTell
This article appears in Apr 24-30, 2014.