It began when I was young. She would poke me in class and laugh with Steve, and leave me slightly confused. Acquainted for one year, she left, she moved, and took a piece of my heart with her. A small piece. I hardly missed it. A small seed. I hardly noticed how it grew. She visited one day out of the blue. We and our friends went ice skating. She hugged me this time before she left again. My first meaningful hug. Visits float by like petals from a tree. Each time they touch upon me, sink in, immerse, Joy touches upon me, sinks in, immerses, as does solid awkwardness. Missed visiting her on her birthday one year. Strangely, I cried. She came back one day to go to her prom at my school. We went as friends and had a glorious time. She was more beautiful than ever she had struck me. My one magical night. Another visit, this time just us, as she waited for her friend to call her back. The phone never rang, and we sat on my porch talking for hours about nothing and maybe everything. We write to each other with grandest news and greatest hopes, our crushes and loves and relationships to be, meetings to be arranged, people to see, and sometimes the Muse strikes me as I write to her and I tell her the most wonderful stories. My sweet inspiration. And always it seems we'll see each other again; we're going to Europe with my closest friends. Gonna rent a car and wander all over. Gonna create more memories to remember when we're old. Maybe we'll see each other all our lives pushed together by the shifting wind and frozen time, And though our hearts may match and grow together We may always remain strangers entwined.
Reason for writing:
Ages past and Ages gone, and another Age coming to be. With shuddering heart and uncertain emotions I wonder what'll happen to me.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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