We met in the second half of the 11th grade in high school.
You were a transplant from Seattle, whose dad had been transferred to an army base in Louisiana.
Our school was small and off the map, but you had a cousin who attended here.
I did not know when our eyes met how I would grow to feel about you.
Even now, it brings tears to my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
La Douleur Exquis
Teen FictionDefined As: The feeling of loving someone you can never have. Red Carnation: My heart aches for you