Young love

To the boy I loved,

I met you in 8th grade,

Oh how young and niave we both were.

We held hands and laugh at each other's childish humor.

I loved the freckles on your cheeks even though I hated mine.

I loved your dark brown eyes that had a tint of honey in them.

What we had was undeniable, there was something in the way you made me feel.

Everything disappeared when I saw you,

My heart never suffered as much as the day I lost you.

It was not our fault, my parents decided we would move away, and I think we adknowledge the fact we couldn't help it. But deep down we both wish things were different.

Though most people would look back at their childhood relationships and first loves and claim it wasn't true love. If we truly think about it, it was the truest love we would ever experience. We knew each other, not of money, not of sex, but a friendship that was enhance with the purity and innocence of our souls that linked us to each other. Not linked, bonded.

So you see, you were my first love, my favorite love, but years later my heart would go running back to the kind of relationship we had, even if it were nothing but a friendship again. I miss you, I miss us, I miss your laugh, I miss the way you jump during the haunted houses, and I miss us singing at the top of our lungs together at the lunch table of the same middle school where we met. I do truly believe that we were soulmates. It was always you since the day we met, and it still is...

(True story btw!)