The Bittersweet Epic of Gwen's
One Great Unrequited Love
and
the Incidental Subplot That Was
Her Senior Prom
In tenth grade I sat behind a boy with green eyes. Let's just call him
Freddy Huevas, okay?
I was in love with this boy. He was mature, and yet he
also had a subtle, dry wit. He was so unlike the other boys at school. And he
was tall, to boot.
Did I mention that he had green eyes? Green was my
favorite color. I often wore green army surplus jackets. (I used to dress kind
of weird back then. Kind of like a military-base flashdancer, maybe.) (Hey, it
was 1988.)
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