The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"You're welcome. It's no biggie," the boy said as he turned around to leave.

Melody then called out to him. "What's your name? I'll pay you back another day."

"I'm Sherman. Don't worry about it. It's not that expensive anyway." Sherman smiled warmly at her and left.

Melody looked at the sanitary napkin in her hand and felt a fuzzy feeling in her heart. As he left, she silently repeated the name to herself, "Sherman." The boy from her memory had grown into a handsome and elegant man. He walked toward Melody with a glass of juice and said, "Here's some juice." The scene was almost a deja vu as he placed the drink in front of Melody and said, "I'm not sure which flavor you prefer, so I just took one at random."

"Thank you." Though her response was the same as when she was 18, things seemed to have changed drastically since then. At times, she wondered what things would have been if she was braver. Perhaps her story with Sherman would have a better ending. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

the host of this banquet." Sherman sat down and

found it difficult to answer his question. She did not want Sherman to

her forehead, eliciting a blush from Melody. "You've been like that ever since

before saying, "People were always bullying you, but you kept quiet as if it was

think it's worth the effort when I know it's going to be pointless anyway." "There are times where it'll be better to voice out," Sherman looked at her

gaze and asked, "What have you been up to these past few years,

dates all the time," Sherman said helplessly. "I'm sure you're

then recalled the one time she saw Sherman's mother from afar. The woman seemed like one of those strong women, and Sherman listened quietly

a wry smile from Melody as she said, "Your mother is urging you for your own good. I'm sure every parent wants their