I remember the day I met Jennifer there she was - standing there - with dimples that made my heart jump. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and everyone knew her in school. I couldn't stop looking at her. Thoughts raced through my head. What is her name? Does she have a boyfriend? Does a kid like me have a chance with her? I finally got up the courage to walk over to her and when she spoke, she eased my soul. Even though I was only in the ninth grade I knew there was something special about her. I never knew what it was until later on in the relationship; when Jennifer gave me my first heartbreak. She spoke to me in a way that no one has ever talked to me.
             When I approached her that day, she was wearing this short black skirt that accented her beautiful legs. She was almost four inches shorter than me; I thought that she was the perfect height. Jennifer had long brown hair. She had beautiful green-blue eyes. I loved to look into her eyes and just slip away from reality to a place where only we existed. I asked her what her name was and she replied softly, "Jennifer, but you can call me Jen." At this moment my heart was racing because I was scared. She continued by saying, "I have been watching for like the past week, I think that you are cute." We talked for a little while and I ended the conversation by asking her for her phone number. Sweating nervously that night, I picked up the phone to call her and I thought for a second maybe this isn't her real number. What if she decided to be funny and give me the wrong number. The phone was ringing so I couldn't hang up now. Someone answered the phone on the other end. With a crack in my voice, I asked to speak to Jennifer. For a second I went blank and the next thing I remembered, I was hearing her voice on the phone. We talked for a while and she told me that she has not been dating anyone for several months now. Jennifer also told me that she was waiting for s...