You were in 12th grade.
Me in 9th.
You sat down at the last bench in the park.
I was going on my regular morning walk.
I looked at you.
You swished your ponytail.
I fell.
Not in love, literally :)
You managed to take me to the hospital and pay my bills.
I thought I was in heaven since I could see an angel.
You weren't on Facebook, nor Instagram.
I decided angels appear only once in our lives.
I dated some pretty girls, some nerds.
None were you.
I started college.
You were the council president's girlfriend.
You were abused.
I thrashed him.
I got suspended.
You didn't react.
I still loved you.
You graduated and left college.
We met again.
You wore white.
I black.
I kissed the bride.
You blushed.
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