I wrote this in March 2007, over 2 years before Jenny found out that she had Cancer: When I first met Jenny, She seemed so nice to me. She would laugh and her cheeks would swell. I really liked her from the start. More each time we met. ------------- We got close, On a few occassions, In her room. Brushing against each other now and then. Did she mean to do that? Did I mean to? Was she feeling what I was starting to feel? --------------- One night we returned in the car, She sat behind me but did not get out straight away. I felt a mutual connection and turned to her. She lent forward between the seats to talk. We talked with our faces inches apart. Shall I try to kiss her? What if she refuses? We’re getting on really well as mates. I don’t want to ruin it. Is she thinking the same? ------------- We kissed. Did I start it? Did she start it? It just happened. Why? I don’t know. I’m just glad it did.