I wrote you a note in fourth grade , too afraid to send it to you ,  I put it away . I kept one eye on you at the end of each class all the way through elementary school , almost every day ...In high school you were so beautiful that I couldn't even begin to try an talk to you ! Your star , rising faster every day as mine gradually faded ..I watched from the front porch when you waved goodbye to your parents , then drove away .. I've always wondered if you remember me holding the door for you in mid-November that same year ? Brief yet ever sweet fragrance ...