today it is a boy with green and blue tennis shoes. he has bad skin but lovely, strong cheekbones, and a beautiful head of blonde hair: hair that falls in thick waves over his eyes because he is always looking down, hair shiny with winter sunlight, hair of some chivalrous prince in a story i read when i was a young(er) girl.

i was in love with him for twenty whole minutes, but he never once looked my way.