"I was 17 when I met himat a party where there wereno faces that I can rememberquite like his. I..."

“I was 17 when I met him

at a party where there were

no faces that I can remember

quite like his. I somehow got away

with sneaking out at 10 p.m.

when my father thought

I was studying for tomorrows exam,

when really I was falling in love

for the first time.


And although I failed

what my father thought

I carefully prepared for,

I know that meeting him felt better

than passing my exam,

and that I would take an F any day

over having never experienced

how I felt when he touched me

for the very first time”

- Colleen Brown