I can not help thinking about you.
It’s been almost three years since I first laid my eyes on your captivating smile.
One single glance into your radiant eyes, and I knew instantly that you were “The One.”
I couldn’t help myself.
Each time you passed me by, your presence lured me into your charm.
Shivers ran up my spine every time you simply spoke my name.
It was an indescribable experience;
One that I had never felt before, and I doubt that I will feel again in the same way.
As the clock ticked and we experienced the grief and joy of high school together,
I realized that you were not the same little boy who sent shivers up my spine that first day of our freshman year.
You had become a man, corrupted by society.
Society inside and outside of the thick, brick boundaries that were supposed to protect us from “The Real World.”
You had been molded into someone, something, that did not make for a compatible companion, at least, not for myself.
That idea slowly burnt me from the inside, out.
Every tear that I cried for us – my situation, your situation, our situation – scorched the very soul that I prayed you would eventually come to cherish.
No one can possibly know how desperately I wish that the little boy could magically, mysteriously appear again…as if nothing had changed.
I truly believe you were my soul mate.
I should be grateful that I had the chance to have a relationship, a friendship, with my destiny.
But it causes me sorrow to think that I may never again have this chance.
I would do anything for you, but in your new, corrupted life, would you simply do the same?

11/30/2001

Author's Note: Another poem I came across on an old disk... if you knew me in high school, then you probably know who this is about haha

Posted on 11/17/2004
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