The love you have when you are young is like the wind that cannot be seen but can be felt. I look forward to every passing get out of class, every encounter at the canteen, every eye contact that makes my heart beat faster, unspoken confessions again and again, names written in the draft book, every trance in class, and inadvertent silent observation from your window after class. They are all secret love that I have not had time to say. Thank you for appearing in my youth. Thanks to your appearance, I have loved you for many years.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
