i found out that the next day you had started dating a girl called gabby,
the next day.
it was not anything serious;
but it seemed like it from afar.
you looked at her like she was your whole world.
there were loads of parties going on during this period,
we had successfully done our exams which determined,
which college or sixth form we'd go to
and others were just trying to have fun;
i did not go to many parties though.
i was encouraged to,
so that i could meet others that might be going to the same sixth form as me.
that period of my life was the best,
and you weren't involved;
you were doing your own thing,
with gabby
and i wasn't alone,
which was unusual.
i met olivia,
she had big brown eyes,
short hair,
freckles
and
thick lips;
she looked french.
olivia and i went out a lot,
we went to concerts, outing, parties.
i felt like you
because
i drank alcohol,
kissed boys,
made friends...
is this what i had to be?
to get your attention?
i guessed so
because
the next day,
you called my phone.
your voice was deeper,
honeyed
and rough.
you asked me out,
i was hesitant,
but i agreed anyway.
i got dressed,
wore makeup trying my hardest with the eyeliner,
