we met in spring

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this isn't a song, or really a poem
just a description of someone
who looked exactly like me
darker eyes, darker hair
never wore her glasses
cause why did she need them?

a lesson i learned in the past
was to never fall in love
cause there was too much to lose
but, since i'm not emo anymore i'll stop quoting Mayday Parade
but, back to the lesson

i first saw her during spring
it was a god awful spring at that
all i did was high-five her...like ten times
she'd see me in halls, no matter how i tried to blend with the crowd
she'd high-five me every day
she'd see me
everyday

the first real introduction was full of nerves
she knew about three of my other friends
and somehow fate failed to introduce us
but that's not the problem here
the problem is you had the audacity
to know exactly what to talk about
you didn't notice whenever my sentences failed
or if i had to restart

i met you in spring
and i found you in so many crowds
i always failed to see you
i always failed to talk to you
fate always failed to introduce us
now i'm not the type to write about sappy love
but if i was, i'd write about how you made me feel like i wasn't a fool

we would talk all day and night
we became so close
eventually summer came
we spent time the day after
and i swear, that smile made my heart flutter in my chest
like a butterfly landing on a flower

you were with someone
i've known since i was a child
you love that person
i will forever hold my peace and respect that
not only to protect my heart
but also to protect our friendship

you make me feel so happy still
i hope you stay longer
even if you're leaving soon
even if you're going to other places
that i probably do not plan to go
you are someone i admire and adore
whether these are strictly friendly feelings
or whether when i've thought about kissing you
whether these feelings are real or fake
i'll always be here. i'll always be one call away

we met in spring
as the leaves were growing and the colors became bright
and you became someone i hold dear
in the beginning of summer
whether i am in love or not
you will always be my spring

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