"I tell you, Jimmy ... Mark is sooo dreamy, he's, like, perfect. He's so smart, and he's so good at sports, and he's sooo handsome. He just makes me feel like Jello."
Jimmy and Peg had been friends since either one of them could remember. They grew up next door to each other. They played together, they ate meals together, took naps together and even were in the same class all through school.
"I gotta go, Jimmy. Later, huh?"
"Yeah, sure, Peg."
Jimmy watched her go. Tears came to his eyes, his throat tightened up, his love unrequited, his passion, unspoken.