There is no fire, like the fire of youth. It burns inside the young like blue fire. Their blood runs thin with passion when they see someone they admire from a distance. They are too ashamed to approach that person, yet they feel a need to. After a while love becomes supreme, and they confess their love, then they are but one.

I was that way in my youth. I too was in love, but I never told the object of my affection. So I have lived alone all of my life, and she married another. I have watched her from afar at the grocery stores and at the library and other places in town. I have seen her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. I often wonder if she loved me too but just got tired of waiting for me to approach her.