I stood and thought back on all the times I had wanted to speak to her, to... finally get the chance to exchange at least a few words before she would leave senior year behind and move on to college. She lifted her face towards me and asked for my name. I managed to respond with a "Vicky." Her smile overwhelmed me. It was a smile I had been wanting to see since the day I had first seen her. The way a few strands of hair hung over her face left me in awe. How could someone be so beautiful? The remainder of the conversation is now a blur. I was assured that was probably the last time I would ever talk to her, but I was happy I had finally gotten the chance to. Little did I know, though, there were a few more conversations to come in the days that followed. Her name was Michelle, and that tiny moment will forever be etched within my memory.