There he stood, bold, cute and fit as f*ck! I sat there just admiring his soft freckles as they perch on his soft skinned face.He was the class clown the naughty, cheeky one. He was funny. He was then officially mine.
He stole my heart as easy as a click of a finger. I knew that he was my love, my first ever love . I was 8! Was that wrong? We flirted (well looked at each other and smiled) and when i were to even catch him looking at me my heart would melt like chocolate in a microwave! We were young, but it felt perfect!
