March

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In the first week of March,
I started talking to this guy,
he was in my English class.
Quoting Shakespeare,
He told me:

"The course of true love never did run smooth."
William Shakespeare-
"A Midsummer Night's Dream".

At first he was just tutoring me.
Believe it or not,
Im horrible in English.

Meeting at the library,
Tuesdays, and Fridays.
He taught me a lot there.

Then one day he kissed me,
Behind an Agatha Christie book.
This kiss felt different like it was supposed to happen just then.

I kissed him back,
and every time after that day as well.

He read to me as we cuddled by the television.
Talking softly, and holding me closer against his warm chest.

As the rain started to come down,
we danced in it.
He taught me how to actually dance that one night.

That moment was on of the most wonderful, special, and perfect moment I have had in a long time.

But the rain kept coming down.
As well did our love.
I couldn't bear it when he left me.
All for another girl.

The rest of the month,
I stayed in my house,
alone,
watching the rain fall down harder,
as well as my tears.

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