It’s a bright and sunny but humid Saturday morning.
There I am, doing school required volunteer work at a plantation museum.
I am bored out of my mind but trying to crack jokes to relieve the boredom.
Suddenly, she walks in, with her mother and another lady.
She is around my age, pleasantly plump and very pretty.
She is dressed in a light blue tank top and blue denim shorts.
She has long blonde hair and a bright smile.
I’m definitely attracted to her, but I am afraid of what people would think of me for being attracted to such a girl.
She smiles at me.
I continue doing my chores, talking every now and then.
She giggles every time I open my mouth and say something-I wonder if she likes me too.
She stays with the two ladies for a while, but then they buy some gifts then leave.
I could kick myself, for not trying to get her contact information.
I go home and think about her.
Later that day I go shopping.
It’s been years now, but I never forgot her.
I often wonder what she is doing now.
However, I don’t even know her name.