Write about your first crush.

Was a girl in the fifth grade that wore nice blue dresses and bobby socks. I didn’t even know what a crush was and I had no idea what was happening. I just couldn’t function around her and I had no idea why.

She went to school with me but I soon learned she lived across the street from my grandmother. I didn’t know that and I never saw her there. I hoped she would poke her head out but she never did,

She had crooked teeth and an earthy smile.

I liked that smile.

I gave her a nice pen for Christmas

I assume she wrote poems with it.

That was before computers.

Her name was Kati.

She eventually moved away.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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