He was very tall. Had dark hair slicked back. And the handsomest boy I had ever met.
In second grade I met a boy named Danny. He was very tall. Had dark hair slicked back. And was the handsomest boy I had ever met. I had a crush on him from afar for months, one day I finally got up the courage to talk to him. He kicked me in the knee. I started crying, not because my knee hurt, but for love lost. The next day Arlo, the boy who sat behind me, cut off the bottom of my ponytail. I never thought about Danny again.