"I met her when I was 16. I liked her the moment I saw her. She had a way of smiling a sexy smile and with it she sucked everyone in. I liked her mostly because she made me feel like I was the only guy on the planet. Then she was gone. She left my summer into my freshman year of college. Gone. And when she left, she took everything inside of me with her. For years I tried to find her and get her back. I wrote letters. Imagine that? A guy writing letters like the olden days? And then I found out she found another guy which is reasonable since we were so young. But it stung me in the heart and still does. I saw her a few years ago at a restaurant in our hometown. She was more beautiful than ever with long hair and this little star tattoo on her wrist. She was wearing a long dress very similar to the one she would wear in the summer when we were together. When she saw me her face turned white, then it turned red. My heart stopped. Then she smiled and quietly pushed away from the table to come over to me. I was with a girl. My girlfriend. But all I wanted was an empty room so I could hold her and kiss her. Guys are romantics too. We really are. I met her halfway and smelled her smell and thought I would cry. You never get over the girl that made you feel like a rock star. She's the girl that always comes back into your mind. A girl who asks you questions and listens, that's a good one. The type that asks because she wants you to come to your own conclusions because that's the way you see clearly. not when a girl tells you how things are, guys don't dig that. She let me explore her soul and her body on long evenings in the attic of my parents house. I was just a kid, hardly knew what was happening. But I knew I loved her and wanted to make her happy. That's love. Today we're 34 years old and she's prettier than ever. And single after a bad breakup. I'm single after a lame divorce and my heart is ready for the real thing. Here I go."PI
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