I remember the 1st time I saw you, a little girl, trying to make a name in this big world we live in. I saw a little girl, in a pink dress, braided pigtails with pink ribbons, and a pair of pink shoes. You always loved the color pink. You would choose pink for everything.
We met at preschool, Ridgeway Primary. I was the little boy in the back, with the bowl cut, big glasses, white sneaks & bright red shorts. I know, a cringe- worthy outfit. I was always the shy kid in the back of the class, who no one talks to. Until one day, you came up to me to say hi. I was shocked because this is the first time someone spoke to me in our class. I froze, and didnt respond, I almosted peed my pants, because of that experience, and it still haunts me to this day. I wanted to say hi back to you, but I never got the courage to do so. The worst part, I never knew your name & you never knew mine.
Nearing the end of our Primary years, I decided that I couldn't finish my Primary Years without at least talking to you. I waited every single day, for you to walk through those doors. But, you never did, you never came back & I got scared. I went up to the teacher & asked what happened to you. She said you've moved schools, shot by the truth in my bullseye, I ran to the bathroom, thinking why would you leave without saying goodbye. That was the 1st time, my heart broke into 2 with the other half left with you.
I would draw little stickman figures of us. Talking to each other, hugging, holding hands, and occasionally kissing each other. After I drew them, I keep them in a box secured with a lock. It was hidden, it was hidden behind my closet. I would save those drawings, hoping one day, I would show you those pictures, to show my love for you.
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Why Can't You Be With Me?
RomanceLove is a magical yet very painful word. It can take you to places you always dreamed of going to. But, once it fades away the places begin to ruin. A rollercoaster effect, if you will. One minute your up, the next thing you know your all the way do...
