It started with a glance on a warm cloudless June day. I remember sitting by the pool and he sat next to me. I had never seen him before and yet all I wanted was to know everything about him. They had smiled at me and struck up a small conversation before disappearing into the crowd. He was from Puerto Rico here at the same resort for a baseball tournament. Tall, tan, toned and the sweetest sounding spanish voice I had ever heard in my life. Something about him had me so entranced and then he was gone. For some reason the thought of never seeing him again had me so depressed that I was in a fog for days afterword. I researched the tournament and stumbled across a team roster and found the team, his name and a photo. Felipe Cortez, a seventeen year old boy from a small town At that moment I vowed I would cross paths with him again.

to be continued