a love as pure as mine

rare gems

there was a boy. and he was a rare gem.

this boy was filled with wonder and beauty and life. he could only smile and just his presence brightened up a bad day, as if he was a lantern in the cold, dark night.

he was you. you were so full of life and you were the vivace on those sheets of flowing, piano pieces. you were spunky, and you were different.

i wish we were still close.

the first time we met was during the science fair. i was wearing a purple dress and i was nervous and i didn't know anybody. i was alone and my friends weren't there. no one seemed to care up about education anymore.

and then you showed up.

you had a bright smile on your face and we introduced ourselves to each other and we talked, and you seemed to make time stop.

we talked about dance and singing and how science fairs were so boring. but you made them fun. you talked about how much you enjoyed theater and i thought how much i would have loved to watch you perform, to see you leave your heart, life, and soul on that stage. i would have loved to be the person there with your pretty red roses to cheer you on.

you made me forget about that stress and unrest in my mind. such a small conversation, yet it had such a monumental impact on my life. you made me realize the smaller, and more enjoyable things in life.

i guess you could say that you were a breath of fresh air, in a school so full of toxicity and harm yet you were so innocent and kind and open to me.

after the science fair, though, i didn't see you again. and when high school rolled around, i tried to find your face in the crowds of new students and hear your voice out out of the many squeals and conversations overlapping.

but it did not work.

i asked around and asked people where you were, how you had been, and it was only then that i had realized that you had moved. you had moved to a better place without toxicity and harm. you had moved to pursue theater and dancing and singing.

and you were happy, and that was all that mattered.

you were just a boy, a rare gem in a world of coal.

and if you're reading this, well, i wish you the best on your journey. and one day, in Broadway, i'll be standing by you and waiting for you. red roses and all.