Had a crush.
It broke my heart.
That was when I was twelve or thirteen
Strange really.
His name was Stephen Timewell.
That's all I can recall.
I don't know what became of him.
Those people known as parents, thought he was bad news.
Maybe he was maybe he wasn't.
A memory, insignificant.
I know not what became of him.
We walked on hillsides together in deepest darkest Dorset.
Corfe Castle sponsored walk with fizzy pop in plastic bottles.
Sweating sandwiches and bits of fruit.
How cute!
If I saw him now I probably wouldn't like him much.
I remember a blue eyed dark haired rogue, never looking for the local lord, never looking to be a lady.
Much more down to earth.
(c)Livvi