There he is...He's so beautiful. That was the first thing going through my mind when I first saw him. So beautiful. I remember it well, all about him. The boy I've never gotten over. The next thought I had was that I would never meet him. And if I did manage it, he'd never like me anyways. I figured he probably wouldn't even give me a second glance. I was right. And I was wrong. I asked some of my friends about him. They didn't know too much. He was in my Spanish class. His name was William. He sat not too far away. And that was how I met him. I think I might have said hi...Or maybe asked him for a pencil. But in any case, we met. After I got to know him. I loved him even more than I had. But he didn't seem to care a wit about me. Once again, I asked my friends about him. What did he think of me? Mercia tried to find out. That's when everything fell to pieces. And it was my fault. Everything got terribly complicated.