A chubby-cheeked boy of fourteen

with ruffled hair and no real height

a stocky frame and manners - what's that?

I thought you no more than a dirt boy.

I was shy, with an undone fly

messy hair and such apalling glasses

no dress-sense, why even bother?

we exchanged glances and continued on our way.

How years pass, how fast they disappear

I had grown, my eighteenth tomorrow

Contact lenses, o what a blessing!

A nice hair-style, and o that skirt.

We exchanged glances and continued on our way.

But how familiar does the heart feel

to be in the presence of another

do i know you? No, it cannot be.

Over six feet tall with a manly fiigure

stunning aqua eyes and the darkest hair,

recognition came like a crazy tidal wave

we exchanged glances and... continued to glance.

Still to shy to speak the day went past

if only I had known better

but some traits still remain,

and i left with a brush of my skirt against you,

another glance exchanged, and a smile was added.

I curse myself now, but hope for another day

For confirmation it was meant to be.