I miss Leah, the first love ever for me.
I think of you everday. I know your parents hated me, or us or whatever but I really think taht now, all these years later, there might be chance. I thought I saw you about a year ago. You looked happy so I didn't want to intrude. I was the sweaty tired guy on the corner, head between my knees, dreaming of your long curly hair.