Summer Girl

I was thirteen when I first met her. By the end of our first encounter, I knew she wasn't human. Over the course of several summers, she touched my life in ways I never knew a person could. But there was something about her that worried me...scared me. How do you love a being who has no regard for any member of the human race but you?I was thirteen when I first met her. By the end of our first encounter, I knew she wasn't human. By the end of our second, I knew she was a friend. By our third encounter, I could tell that she loved me. And I wanted to love her too. Over the course of several summers, she had touched my life in ways I never knew a person could. But there was something about her that worried me...scared me. How do you love a being who has no regard for any member of the human race but you?