Four Years, Eight Months, and 24 Days.
That's how different we are.
It's hard to believe
He'll be in college next year
While I haven't
Even started high school
Four months.
That's how long it's been.
Since he showed me his feelings,
Hugging me tightly, sweetly.
No words were spoken that night.
It's a dream-like memory now.
Three months.
I'm nearly a woman now.
The only words we speak
Are text on a screen.
Forbidden from seeing his lovely face.
Thinking of him every day,
Can't get him from my mind,
My boyfriend suspects nothing.
I feel useless.
I feel alone.
Broken.
