Forever or Never
When I was 11, this boy moved in across the street. I was in my house the first time I was him, I was in my house. I don't remember what I was doing, but I remember thinking he was very cute. He had brown hair that hung down into his eyes, that sort of typical 12-year-old boy kind of hair. It was almost winter, so he was wearing this puffy blue coat. I remember a lot of minute details from our time together.