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Carefree days of high-school

hallways and crowded cafeterias.

The clusterfuck of concert band.

Glances back and forth in

a silent English classroom.

I was fourteen, you had my eye.

Slow paced walks from classes,

lunchtime shared day after day.

Smiles, laughter and conversation.

A realization of never to be,

what I hoped for pathetically.

I was fourteen, you were my broken heart.

An attempt to forget you,

a girl left forgotten to me.

A reconciliation, acceptance. Friends.

Carrying on the hope, a distant dream.

Praying for persistence to prevail.

I was fourteen, you captured my being.

Sacrifices of my persona.

Changes made to please you.

Awkward hugs, uncomfortable words.

My heart on my sleeve,

my true intentions shown.

I was fourteen, you were my downfall.

Countless hours spent by

your warm, caring side.

Countless moments felt

as if frozen in time.

Countless time, now wasted.

I was fifteen, you were never mine.

An unexpected breakdown.

No longer can I stand

as only a friend. You

stared into me as I

revealed my everything, my all.

I was fifteen, you finally understood.

Two hands grasped, finally.

A burden gone, heart now beating.

A kiss forged in secrecy.

Romance trapped in shadow.

My burden gone, yours firmly placed.

I was fifteen, you gave me a chance.

An awkward conversation.

Parental interrogation in full swing.

Discussion of your feelings,

Hiroshima hitting my heart.

Your choice or not, it wasn't to be.

I was sixteen, you were love at first sight.