One Summer Night

One summer night
I was fourteen
He threw his thongs up at my window and he asked if he could come up and see me
He sat in the quad
Across from me
He asked my opinions about his short stories, it was flattering
Saw him at the prom
He danced with me
I asked him if he’d write me when he went away to school, and he said, «maybe.»
We kissed goodnight
I thought I’d never see him again
But he showed up at my window that one hot summer night, and I made him leave