How my heart increased its beats every time I saw you walking down the corridors holding your books in high school.
How I loved your long black hair and beautiful brown Italian eyes and your lovely, slender body.
I felt that being with you would have been like all my dreams fulfilled, and once in a while I still think of you and wonder how you are and if you’re still alive.
I remember when you had a boyfriend and had an argument with him at the movie theater where teenagers sat in the back seats making out.
One of you yelled at the other and your boyfriend stomped off in anger, and about ten minutes later one of your friends said to me that you wanted to know if I’d sit with you.
Probably to your surprise, I said no, even though under other circumstances I would have desperately wanted to sit with you and hold you in my arms and spend the entire movie making out with you.
But I knew you were just trying to make your boyfriend jealous as revenge for him walking away from you.
Though, fool that I am, I felt bad for rejecting you and to this day wish I could have told you why I refused your heaven on earth offer under different circumstances.
It is one of the few things in my life that I regret as foolish and inconsequential as that is.
Perhaps, Sandra Lisacki, I’ll get to tell you in the afterlife, fool that I am.
Bob Boyd
