Life - Romanticized

Mist in the Morning Sun

For them...

She admired his smile,
His charisma,
His quick and witty comments -

He admired her strength,
Her confidence,
Her positive outlook on life -

She longed for his hugs,
His warmth,
His fingers brushing over hers -

He thought of her giggle,
Her sweetness,
Her doe-eyed innocent look -

She stole glances of him,
So often,
Between classes and at lunch -

He replayed memories of her,
Most nights,
When laying in bed awake -

She wrote in her diary about him,
Crafting letters,
She knew she'd never send -

He related songs back to her,
Humming lines,
He knew he would never say -

She plastered a smile on her face,
For the world,
Only real when with him -

He tried so hard to be the friend,
The laughter,
To cover up the pain -

But no one knew she still cried,
Into her pillow,
Haunted by her memories -

And no one knew he hated
The boy
Staring back at him in the mirror -

So when she finally gathered up
Her courage
And told him how she felt with him -

He wouldn't believe it -
He couldn't -
After all, who would like him?

When she got no reply,
She thought,
Of course, who would like her?

He was harsh on himself,
Muttering,
"Fat, ugly, trash" -

She degraded herself,
Whispering,
"Never good enough" -

He mourned love as hopeless,
Sneaking,
Strained glances at her form -

She cried of imperfection,
Aching
To know what love is like -

And so the two of them,
So perfect,
Drifted further and further away -

For what might have been so perfect
Seemed
To have not meant to be.

...it was like mist in the morning sun...
...so beautiful, then so gone...