I have been chasing her since I was young. Her hair is long and usually curled, often light but sometimes dark. Her name has been Ashleigh and it's been Elizabeth. It's been Aubrey and it's been Christine. It's been Zoe, Nicole, De-Laine, Deidre, Diane, Debra, Amy, Becky, Andrea, Elise, Lisa, Shari, Carol, and twenty others I can't recall. I know her by her eyes, and specifically by that look. It's the look that gives her away. She is The One, and this is her story, not mine.
I met her in the fourth grade. She couldn't stand me then, when her name was Christine, but she was at least as smart as I was smarter, in fact - and not afraid