I feel guilty that i want to be a mother more than i want to be in a relationship with a man. But i have never been in a real relationship, i can only imagine what it feels like. I am lonely, but that never changes. I wait, no one approaches me. I venture forwards, he runs away. One boy tells me that he likes being chased. Another kisses me on the cheek, and his sister sees us, becomes jealous and tells their mother. My strongest memory of our stolen moments together is his hand in mine, rough and calloused from working with his father, my entire body on fire because someone, just maybe, wants me.