He was eleven, she was eleven. He loved baseball, she loved baseball. He was her neighbor, she was his neighbor. She hated him, he thought he loved her.
He was young, he didn't know what he was talking about. She was more mature, wise enough to see that he couldn't know anything about love. But, sometimes, it takes a child to know what love is.
For days, he looked at her from across the classroom. She ignored him, laughing with her friends at his stupidity. One day, he wrote her a note. It said, I know I'm only eleven, but I know that I'm going to marry you someday. You might laugh now, but you just wait and see. He put the note in her locker. She tossed it in the trash can right before his eyes.
The very next day, he sent a rose to her house. She sent the rose back, crushed.
He sent her candy hearts. She told him they were too sweet for her tastes.
He sent her a cd with a song that he sang on it. She told him his voice was terrible.
Finally, he sent her a beautiful corsage. She said it was too good for her. He said nothing was too good for her.
The boy followed the girl everywhere. Life seemed to make them find each other again and again and again. Finally, when they reached their senior year of high school, the boy almost gave up.
He went up to the girl and said, "I can't love you anymore. Its too tiring loving someone who doesn't love you back. I want to go to prom with you, but I know I'm not good enough for you."
She turned to the boy and looked him straight in the eye. "I keep a petal from that rose pressed inbetween the pages of my bible," she said. "I ate every single one of those candy hearts thinking of you with each bite. I fall asleep to your voice every night." She pulled out her wallet, taking out a crumpled piece of paper.
"I write a new reply to your note every day, trying to make one that's good enough for you. And I'll wear that corsage to prom with you."
The girl started to walk away. Then she turned back and said, "Oh, and I'm not ashamed to do this." She took his head in her hands and kissed him.
