I remember her, the girl from La Perla. We fell in love and spent the summer together. Under beautiful sunshine, we swam in clear blue water. We ate mofongo and arroz con pollo after we danced to salsa. Yes, I remember her. She had black hair that fell past her shoulders. Her name was Julissa. Purple was her favorite color, and she was an excellent kisser. I admit that I miss her. I recall us holding hands and staring lovingly at each other. She was like no other. It was a joyous occasion the day that she introduced me to her mother. We spoke of marriage and being together forever. She still has my heart; still, I love her. The special girl from La Perla that I will always remember.