The Aspie Boy I came to love.

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You were just there, sitting behind me in every lesson

I didn't really know you cos there was no reason

To turn around and greet you

And I didn't really realise that long ago


Turn the clock a year and I noticed your existence

But you weren't really ever on my conscience

We never talked, didn't even exchange a word

I don't really think you were really ever heard


You were that quiet one and after all this time

All I'd ever heard was that you were fine

And I didn't really know or particularly care

But your mystery was an inviting lair


So one day I plucked enough courage to smile at you

But all you did was recoil as if it was eww

I was kinda hurt at first but didn't mind

Cos you weren't that important at the time


Forward a bit and another term has passed

I noticed you reading a book from my past

I had seen that novel and read it quite a lot

And gave you a gift as your face turned hot


You looked rather red and mumbled a quiet thank you

Not looking my way, I just smiled in return

I guess you were shocked by this random act

Cos kindness to you was not a fact


I was rather surprised as I began to look back

Cos fast forward till the third year since we met

I gave you a gift and short letter

In green, your favourite, a lucky guess


I got the gift through the summer, when you were on mind

I was drifting with my mother, near the river Rhine

Strolling down the street when it caught my sight

It looked rather pretty, it was just right


I decided to get it after you messaged me

Using the school system to say byee

To the people in our class, it was a generic reply

From a person rather hidden from the average eye


To me you wrote a personalised note

And it made my iron heart kind of float

I thought I had no feelings

But then they came, gushing out of nowhere because of you


I wrote my memo all by hand and gave it in to school

It lay on the teacher's desk that tiny tool

You responded with a very cute reply

With images and colour that enthralled my mind


Little did I realise that you were actually rather cool

And after those silent years you were rather sociable

Only through private talk, we started rather light

Talking about topics that were pretty and bright


Time passed and we had gotten rather comfortable

As our conversations ran through a cable

We became rather close as messages progressed

It started with just songs and random cartoons

But is kinda moved into something crude

We both rather liked the deeper side of life

And began mentioning nightmares and terrifying sights


He became rather interested but want to stay light

So we alternated between the dark and the bright

Sometimes it was just talk about games

Because our taste in stuff was pretty the same


You were rather more about philosophy

And I was more about the fact but that was great you see

We talked and talked and found cool conclusions

That otherwise would not have been found without one-another

Hours lapsed and so did weeks, we began to share

Telling tales was our forte so we began to spill

This was downward hill because it was easy

You and I could create faster than a breeze

Your imagination vast and organised

While mine is a chaotic rupture of fantasies

We exchanged and traded stories that were sugar and spice

Some a little darker while others rather nice

A term progressed and still, we never ever talked

You don't sit behind me anymore cos now you walk

We never look at each other

No glance, no smile no wave

Cos he's a wolf in a herd of sheep and knows to behave

While he is not normal neither am I, to be perfectly honest

I think different is the best

We now are stable, somewhat

I hope he never leaves my side

But I know he promised but promises were never made to abide

But I have trust and so does he

We both had broken hearts

But his was cold and calcified

And the fire melted it for a while

The connection is the heat

The heart's pulsating beat

He lowered his guard under me

And it makes me rather pleased

But the walls could raise and cut me off

And what we have would all be lost.


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