We were good friends and both huge Charlie Chaplin fans. I knew I had feelings for him but didn’t know if he felt the same. At the end of his autobiography Chaplin writes about his love for his wife Oona. When he was away at school he sent me a love letter and finished it with the same lines that Chaplin wrote. I was hooked.
Postscript: After about a year it ended badly. But for a while it was incredibly romantic in only the way young, first love can be. No hard feelings now.