It was grade 8 gym class 1985. she tip towed bare foot across the gymnasium floor. Her beautiful tender eyes, flawless pale skin, lovely brown hair and slenderness. My breath stopped as i watched. Our eyes met and i'll never forget her smile. I admired her for many years after, then without ever a goodbye - I moved away in grade 11. My immaturity ruined an everlasting friendship. Its been 26 years since, and even though I am happily married with children. Not a week goes by when i dont stop and think of her. Perhaps I'm the only one in love - but missing her still hurts never the less.