Chapter 1-Tom
It was midnight. I was sitting on the hood of my red Subaru, keeping my eyes peeled. She came around here every so often. I enjoyed watching her. Some may wonder what kind of girl comes to the park at midnight, but I knew she was the only kind of girl for me.
It was tricky business, being in love with a ghost. Especially one whose name I didn't even know. But I loved her. Sometimes I even caught her looking back, and I would wonder if she loved me. Love is a funny thing. For some, it takes years to develop, for others, love can come and go. For a few, it is instantaneous. For these few, there is one and only one love in their life. I am one of these few.
Ever since I saw her when I was 15, no other girls mattered. NO other beauty compared. Nothing was more real than what I felt for the girl that no one else could see. She was all I ever thought about, all I wanted. I wrote stories, poetry, songs about her, and I didn't even know her name. I didn't know the first thing about her.
But I knew her. I knew her soft brown curls, her slender, fragile frame, those sad blue eyes, the slight blue glow that she emitted. And I knew she was the only woman I would ever love.
I waited in the park for an hour, wishing my ghost would float by, just to catch a glimpse of her. If only she knew how I needed her, how I wished I could just muster up the courage to talk to her. I spoke to girls all the time in school, living ones, with no trouble at all. Yet, when it came to the one that only I could see, I just watched. For four years, I watched her, needing her. Just needing to know her name. One word, anything.
I never had a girlfriend. I never wanted one. I had half the school thinking I was gay. It was bad enough being a guy in drama club, but I'd never hate a date, gone to a dance, anything. It was my senior year, and I hadn't even had a first kiss. It didn't matter. All I needed was her.
And then she appeared.