I woke up just before the summers end, Immediately thinking of her.
"This can't be" I said with my face in my hands as the entire summer flashed back in front of me with a whir.
First love, it's always shy, it's always timid when moving in. With its tender words and soft influence you will easily let it win (you).
We met up again in the seventh grade both excited to see the other, it's as if we were connected now, sister and brother.
We had only two classes with each other, of those I had to make the best, I made timid moves on her and love ended it by doing the rest.
Of all this time I seemed to wonder, what did she have for me? I told a close friend of my liking for her and hoped that he could see
I had to tell her how I felt, there was just no other way. But just how exactly, without throwing every good moment that I've had with her all away.
