I looked up at the clock tower. Shivering I climb into the car, but I know that time is still moving. Next year I will be twenty-three. There is no hope left of having that bitter sweet teen romance. So how long do I have to wait for my first true love?
Is he even in this town?
Forget all of my posturing about being single and proud. Just like everyone else I want to be loved and to love.
With all my heart.