It was the summer of 2005, probably the most memorable summer of my life. I was 12 years old, and in the forty-two days we spent together, our friendship grew into something beautiful. Then, without warning, he upped and left. I couldn’t let go of his memory, and always hoped he’d come back to us. He became my first … my only teenage crush. He was in my thoughts every day, and every night in my dreams. Ten years on, this man is still my secret obsession; of all the men I’ve had any kind of relationship with, none has ever measured up. Even now, all I can think about is that summer, the summer I spent with Snow.