ABSTRACT
I first fell in love with a girl when I was five years old. She had beautiful black hair, brown eyes, and a nice smile. She also was my first disappointment after I stole away from our house to spend around thirty minutes with her. I even played with her stupid dolls just to stay close to her, but I encountered her indifference. “Oh, you,” she said, standing with some boys. The disappointment quelled the need in me and I ceased to be interested anymore.
