I have never met a girl like her.
She remember of me the early,summer morning sun.
the sun is warm yet the wind blows cold,Ive been meaning
to talk to her but I just couldn't find the courage to.
her name is tatar a name that is also a mystery to me.
How I admire her from a far.
My friends would laugh at me every time she passes for
I grow cold and weak in the knees.
Once, I followed her home, I was walking behind her with
my head bowed and my eyes on the ground.
I stopped dead on my tracks because she turned her
head around and saw me standing there.
I don't know what to do, I would like to hide behind the
Rose bushes but all I did is stand in front of her not daring
to meet her eyes. I slowly raised my head and I saw her
smiling at me.
the most astonishing thing was when she waved
at me and asked me to come over.that was the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.
We would go out and ride our bikes the whole summer
and would walk home together.
She makes me feel as if I'm walking on a cloud
every time I'm with her.
but, all good things must come to an end.
She left after that magical summer. with her,
my heart went.
