Her name was Rose. It was grade 3. For some reason I was obsessed with her looks. She was beautiful all around.
We hung around for a long time-right through grade 4 as a matter of fact. She even came over for milk and cookies.
On the first day of grade 5, I was shocked to find out she had moved. I searched the phone book. I asked the neighbours where she once lived. No luck. I have never heard from her since. Took a long time to get over it, but I did. I still ask here and there around the neighbourhood if anyone recollects her whereabouts.
Did we kiss? Sorry, but gentlemen never kiss and tell.