A Piece of Umbrella

Once upon a time a boy in my high school class asked for a piece of my umbrella. I was walking in the rain... he was close behind. I didn't give him the umbrella.I wouldn't have minded though...but in that place and time it wasn't a done thing for girls. I gave him much more later, notebooks, storybooks, cassettes. We walked a long distance together.We grew up. We went our separate ways. We didn't go our separate ways because we grew up. We would've grown anyway, together or separate.