I'm writing this on papers, maybe what I knew will be clear later.
Dear Travis
17 years ago,
remember how I used to stop you from talking to me under the huge tree while you're saying " I'm sorry. " cause you hugged her so tight?
to me what I did, that's because she gets a little prettier in my eyes every time I see her talking to you,
because she puts
a blush for you every time
while I blush normally at your jokes.
And her eye balls, ugh..
Couldve been what your imagination draws when you're looking up at the stars, while laying down
on grass with me...
I was sad, exhausted, & I was in love.
I couldn't help my young love for you, like it's been forever.
Forever in my chest...
Inside held like
forever wasn't enough.
I also loved the way
you told me about her wondering how you'd ever talk about me if I meant much more than her, such a cute poetry you read,
I loved your words, the way you sounded like while you're reading it , nervous, shaky and excited to give it to her the next day, the morning before class. And I was waiting for the love results between you both starring at you handling
the paper to her.
Our last day of school... The day you said you'll leave this place, we weren't primary anymore, so we couldn't hold hands like were friends...
and shyness was written all over
But you promised
you'd see me one day ...
Well, never seen that one coming.
-ClaryElvis
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