It was the late 1990s and I was in sixth grade, when I first fell in love. Or whatever you want to call it at that age. His name was Peter T and he was everything I’d ever envisioned falling for. That is, after seeing the back of his head five-hundred metres away across the school oval. But who needed to see the front of someone’s face, when their soul had already percolated through yours? He was the Backstreet Boy clone-of-my-dreams and I knew It was meant to be…until it wasn’t.
You see, Peter T and I – we came from different worlds. For one, he was sixteen going on seventeen. For two, I was just entering secondary school and
