The first time I saw you, at the tender age of six, I peeked at you through the holes of a shawl made from yarn. You were tall, and cute, and just the kind of boy who would make a little girl more shy than what she already was. I don’t remember more than that moment, but I know you were there standing tall next to Teacher, and I will always remember it as the first time I fell for you.

As a child I fell for you many times after that. I was just that kind of little girl; quiet and shy, yet glowing on the inside from something I didn’t realize I had. I knew you made me feel something, but I was too young to understand what it was, why it was, or what to even do about it. But it is there that I started to write. In the handwriting of a little girl unknowingly searching for something bigger than what her tiny heart filled with puppy love could actually hold, she scribbled and drew of her feelings for you. It was the very first hearts . . . of many, many more to come.