LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT
She moved next door five years ago with her family, and I’ve caught every glimpse of her as possible whether she was leaving for school or washing dishes behind the kitchen windows. Now and then, whenever it was, she would sit on the porch swing and play the guitar, her sweet voice filling the night. I had fallen in love with her, over and over, and when the day I left school arrived, I decided to meet her. Back in the day, a boy was brave enough to knock on her door, introduce himself, and wish to speak to her parents,…