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This was love

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14
I had my first real crush.
She was weird, but amazing.
She was crazy, but beautiful.
She was enticing, but taken.
She was happy, but I was sad.
14 ½
I questioned who I was,
But I made little of it.
I was told it happens,
Everyone asks who he or she is.
I, told not to worry, didn't worry,
Except a little bit.
15
She was the one, but a desire for love was my drug.
She was funny, but she was like that to everyone.
She said I was nice and smart and funny, but then she asked what I thought of her.
She never heard me say what I felt for her, but she told me how she felt for my best friend.
She was happy, but I was sad.
15 ½
I had the feelings of failure, depression, suicide, anxiety,
The definition of "I" was changed to what seemed like a foreign language.
I wondered what was wrong with me,
Was it my desire for love? Or was it just everything about me.
I tried to hide my love away,
But it came back to make me hate me.
16
He was awesome, but he was a senior.
He was amazingly well built, but he had a girlfriend.
He made me laugh, but he thought I was funny.
He was stunning, but he was a guy.
He left without saying goodbye, but at least I waved.
He was happy, but I was sad.
16 ½
I was confused,
Why did I like those girls?
I was even more confused,
Why did I like that guy?
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I decided to take whole a bottle of opiates I stole from my cousin.
I hate hospitals and when I was there I thought a lot.
16 ¾
I liked them both,
Not particularly just those girls and just that guy, but both in general
I was beyond confused,
The thought of telling someone was horrible, but when I told my best friend, I cried and he hugged me.
17
She was 18, but I was 17.
She was someone, but she was also my someone.
She was an understanding human being, but she also a loving human being.
She was going to be my first, but she didn't know.
She was beautiful, I really wanted to love her in a new way, but I had to tell her.
She cried, I cried, we both cried, but she still loved me, and we brought love to another level.
She was happy, and I was happy.
17 ½
She was 18 ½, I was 17 ½,
Her life was calling, as much as we loved each other, we both knew that we had to let each other go.
She was sad, and I was sad.
I had hidden my love away,
But someone found it.
18
I graduated, moved on, but something was missing.
He was in Canada, but I was in the US.
He took a plane to the city, but I took a car.
He got on the wrong train (supposedly), but I got on the right one.
He was looking for a seat, but I had one right next to me.
He sat down, but I got up.
He apologized, but I realized there was no reason for me to get up so I sat back down and apologized too.
He talked, but I listened.
He listened, but I talked.
He laughed, but I was the one blushing.
He asked if he needed to get up, it was my stop, but I said no.
He asked if I wanted to go get coffee, but I was scared.
He asked if I was OK, but I didn't know.
He stared at me, but then I said yes.
He got off on the next stop, and so did I.
He was happy, but I was in love.
He was John, and I was Jack.
This was love.
And it still is.
this is true.

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shmoo-raccoon's avatar
This is really sweet~ ^^