"Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me."

You were poor to say the least, your clothes were kind of funny, but that didn't bother you. People called you crazy and called you all different names, but neither did that gave any sort of reaction. You were happy just for who you were, you liked yourself.

On the other hand, Benny was more in the middle class, he had a good amount of money. Girls your age swooned over him because he was the best baseball player in town. He was a kid with a good amount of friends. He always played in his little baseball area called the Sandlot with his friends. No matter the weather. Even though you had the reputation of being called crazy, Benny always had his eye on you. You always interested him, you were very unique in your own little way.

Benny and you met up one summer and became very good friends after that. You hung out nonstop. During that time, Benny grew these.. sort of feelings for you. He didn't know if was just because he was around you a lot or if he actually had a crush on you. He gave you a nickname, which was Rosemary because it was your favorite flower. His love for you continued to grow everywhere you two went.

He didn't really care what people said about you, he thought of you like an actual person. All your so called crazy features are what he loved about you the most. Nobody understood you like the way he did. He just had to tell you one day, once he got the courage, that he loved you endlessly..

One bright summer day, it was just you two at the Sandlot. He was currently showing you how to bat, and lets just say, you had a blast. You always liked learning new things. He threw the ball at you and you.. actually hit it! You smiled and hopped of joy. Benny admired you as you did so, his heart skipping a beat. Maybe this was the day he confessed?..

"You did very good, Rosemary. Maybe if you hit a bit harder, maybe it'd go further." He said with the same smile he always had.