*There was a little boy, in a small countryside, who was deeply stunned by an older girl. Ginger, long hair, freckles on her face and arms, taller than kids her age. She was extremely respectful, always smiling and five year old Dante couldn't help, but find her the most beautiful girl in his village. The girl would visit her grandparents every summer and play with Dante and his neighbor kids. Young girl would mostly try to charm Dante's cousin, Lorenzo. Lorenzo was four years older than Dante, exactly her age. Of course she would like him, not Dante. She would always laugh as Dante intended he would make her his wife one day. Dante always got angry. He wasn't joking. Nothing was funny. He really would marry her, only when they got older. But to nine year old girl, Dante was only a little friend. Until years passed.

Dante got older, taller, bolder, grew into a much more handsome boy. He grew into a man. His shoulders wider, arms stronger, features sharper and mind maturer. He had many girls from his town head over heels for him. His classmates, younger girls or women from other villages. Though his heart and mind stayed in love with that little girl. Years have passed since she left eighteen year old Dante and didn't return that summer. Not the next one. Or the one after that. Now, she was back at her grandparents' house. This news immediately fluttered Dante's heart. As soon as they met both their hearts skipped a beat. One because he could finally relive the dream of seeing the most gorgeous woman ever, the other because the little boy she left, wasn't as little anymore.

Dante could notice the changes in his dream girl. Her skinny figure was now complete. Her hips wide, chest full, her longs legs and delicate collarbone slightly tanned from the countryside sun. Her red hair was darker, freckles lighter, features stronger. But her smile? Her smile stayed the same. Brighter than sun, prettier than a flower, warmer than spring. The same lovely smile of hers, that got Dante in trouble all over again. *