He was one of my long-time crushes. Gage.
I'm using his name because I know; 1 . no one will ever read this especially him , 2 . I don't care.
I still check up on his facebook and instagram once a blue moon , he's dating a close friend of ours. Cute couple but still somewhere jealous deep down.
We had art class/club together and would walk from school to art club. All of us would walk each other home and the four of us left would go to our club. I moved before I could ever think about expressing anything to him , we didn't have phones back then so we lost all contact. I wonder if he's ever thought about me? Looked me up like I have.
A few months later I went back to visit my other friends , his house was a few down from "H". I remember standing in the street staring at the Irish flag swaying in the wind. He had an older brown-spotted german-shorthair pointer , it was slouched over on the back of the couch napping peacefully.
I never grew the balls to walk over there and knock on his door. I should have but oh well , ~10 years too late.
I'll never forget your floppy red hair or the freckles that covered your face.
No time for regrets
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I Remember All The Times...
Non-Fictionto everyone that has held my attention and love at least once. these are purely my thoughts , somewhat organized , that swirl throughout my head in the day.
