There he is. His eyes still have that sparkle they did ten years ago. Whatever happened to his blond hair? Or that charming smile he’d always have? I remember it like it was yesterday. Two fifteen year olds tossing around a football on the school yard. It must’ve been fall, the leaves were changing and the wind was cool. The young fifteen year old held the ball close to her chest. As fast as a bolt of lightning, he wrapped his arms around her and snatched the ball. All it took was that moment, right before he leeft with the ball, when he held her tight. That’s when she knew.
Fifteen.
