I'm trying to remember the name of this boy who enchanted me.
He had eyes the color of the desert sky at 11 o'clock when it was 107 degrees out.
No rain, no wisps of clouds, perhaps only a lone vulture soaring against the wind in the edge of the expanse.
That was what his eyes looked like.
He had a way with words that I'd never had a chance of appreciating before.
Although, at 15, I was astounded more than I was appreciative.
Poetry spilled out of his mouth in stories about his life the same way useless facts fell out of mine.
"Did you know Disney World is bigger than the 5 smallest countries combined?"
