I was on my way home from visiting my dad in San Francisco, I was flying alone like I do every summer from staying for two months. A boy sat beside me, he was very handsome and his hair was black but it had a red coat to it so it glimmered almost a brown. We were sitting at the gate, side by side. He almost looks my age. He has a couple piercings. They fit him so well. I remember glancing over at him and thinking, Oh, wow, he's cute. When I got to my seat, I saw that the seat beside me was empty and thought, How awesome would it be if he ended up next to me?

Sure enough, a family in his row wanted to sit together so he asked the flight attendant if he could take the empty seat beside me. His name is Kyle, he is fourteen years old, like me, and he listens to the same music as me. We spent the entire flight discussing everything. He told me that he was going to live with his grandparents, and go to his new school. He didn't seem very thrilled about it. All I could do is just hope and hope that he would show up at Fenway High school. (where i attend) Then the flight landed. It made me upset that I may never see this pretty boy again. He was perfect.

He asked for my number and we went our separate ways. I was certain I would never hear from him again. I thought about him often, but eventually he faded into the 'missed connections' category.