I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one - that she won't say it back.

Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.

A shoe that fits one person pinches another.

A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.

That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.