first love*

I remember the day I saw her as if it were yesterday. She was about five feet and skinny like me. Her skin was really smooth, and she was pretty white, almost a plae color. Her name was Christina, and she was almost like each other. Both our parents are divorced, the only difference was that she lived in los angles, and I lived in San Jose.
I first saw her at a restaurant in L.A, and it ended up my dad and her mom were friends,so my father and I went to there table to have lunch with them. It was a very nice lunch, the only problem was that I could barley talk to her, and I did not make sense around her. Once that lunch was over, her mom, invited us to her brothers, house for lunch the next day. Over the night, I was very happy, that I would get to see her again.
Once I got to the people's house the next day, everyone shook hands and said hello, I felt kind of weird shaking hands with all those people that I never even met before. Once I got to her, she shook my hand. Her hands were cold, and they were really soft. Her nails were not painted, but I think that they had a clear shiny coat, and she had no makeup on. Once I shook her hand, I remember that my voice was too shaky to say hello, and that my knees were to shaky to stand. So I leaned on the wall, but my dad said that that was rude to I had to stand up strait. Finally it was time for the food, I sat right across from Christina, which was nice, but at the same time not too great, this is when I noticed that I am a very shy person, too shy to even say hello.
When lunch was over, it was time to sit in the living room and for everyone to have a huge conversation. This is when I finally learned some stuff about her, I asked how old she was, and at the time she was 14, so was I. I learned some other things too, like her parents were divorced, and that she is an only child, just like me again. When I finally got the hang of talking to her, I finally was relaxed, and my voice did not sound like I had just had 10 cups of coffee. By that time, my dad got up to leave, and I was sad since I probably would not get to see her again.
On my way out, she asked if I had a facebook, which I did, so we kept in touch by facebook. When I arrived in back to san jose, I found that there was a message form her on facebook, and it said that she was moving to Michigan. That was a shocker, I felt really sad, because then I would never get to see her again.Now each time I go to visit Los Angeles, ask my dad if he knows if there is anything new with Christina and her mom.
P.S. She still does not know that I had a crush on her.