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It - Could Be by Dwight Stone Back in 1955 I was a student at Antioch High School in Antioch Illinois. I had a science class and sat next to Selina. She was so sweet, intelligent and humorous, with beautiful hazel eyes, dark hair, soft olive skin and a fantastic figure. I was so smitten that every time I saw her, or even thought about her, I would almost get dizzy. We sat at a table next to each other and as the days past, we started sitting closer and closer to each other. I was fifteen and she was fourteen, in spite of all the signs, I thought that there was no way she could care for me. Then one day she slid her hand across the tabletop in front of me and withdrew her hand. There was a note - it said "I love you". I was so surprised and stunned that I just stared at it with my mouth open. It was like being a runner at the starting line, the gun goes off to start the race and the runner stands there saying "what was that noise?" I just froze. Because it seemed that I did not react, Selina said "no, wait a minute" and she took the note back. She thought that I had rejected her. I was so young (and stupid and lacking in confidence) that I didn't say anything. Soon after that she moved to Indiana, and I knew I would never see her again. I was so sad and so mad at myself. Inexperience and lack of confidence had ruined the best thing that could have happened to me. Many years went by, I had moved to San Diego, California, I went to college and was a jazz musician. I was drafted and was in the 25th Infantry division. When I got out I was a road musician - I married a widow with three boys- eventually we were divorced -I worked as a composer/arranger for some studios and game companies. Life marched on with many experiences good and bad. Lots of life lessons. Over the years I started learning what was really important. During all those years dim memories of Selina would return and I would be filled with sadness and regret. I tried to find her off and on through the years, but no luck. I joined online schoolmate finders program but she was not there. More years passed - then one day I had a notice from the schoolmate people - It was Selina! She was living in Seattle and I in San Diego. We communicated regularly by email. We have been communicating regularly for over ten months and affection blossomed and turned into love. I write her poetry all the time (much too personal to put down here). She is Cherokee on her mother's side so I sent her this Cherokee love poem : You are the sunshine of my heart, joy of my dawn. my eyes, become mist, At the thought of your love You are the song, of my soul. I saw the dove spirit cry tsu-ga-sa-wo-dv ta li meaning two as we became one, angel, keeper, of my heart. We journey, below the star, of Love a-da-ge-yu-di (to love) Sweet, is the wind, wind song, singing your name gv-ge-yu-hi I love you She sent me a card that pretty much sums things up : You and I have a love that came along when we least expected it. It waited until our hearts were older, wiser, and more able to appreciate the simplest joys of togetherness. I'm so glad I found you and this wonderful love of ours, Selina Tomorrow she will arrive here in San Diego for three days on her way to Arizona then she will return in two weeks to stay with me. When she comes back, I will ask her to marry me. Dwight Stone