Guess I could write megs and megs about women here,
about what I liked and what I hated, about what I
got and what I dreamt of, but I chose to name just
one Malin. The first girl I was in love with.

We were in the same class in the 7th to 9th grade.
I don't know why I fell for her maybe it was cause
she liked to read books? But since I at that time
had courage smaller than an average mouse I never
got around to tell her what I felt.

Pause for a deep sigh.

Anyway, Malin, I hope you have a happy life now
and that we'll meet again some day. Maybe at a
party, thats the place where you usually meet
new people. And with parties comes alcohol.