"When I was six years old I met you in the playground and you came up to me with a daisy, and knelt on both knees and asked me to marry you. So I pushed you over then ran away. Two days later you came over and asked if you could play cops and robbers with me and from that day on we played everyday.
At 11, on my first day of Secondary school I was so nervous, but at lunch time you came to find me, and we sat down and ate lunch together. We did this everyday for an entire year. You were the first person I told about everything, about my crushes, about my lessons and about all the people I hated, and when I was 13 and thought I was the only one who had never been kissed, you offered to show me how, and by the tree in your backgarden we shared our first kiss.
At 15, we went to our first proper house party, and I got drunk. Even though I made a fool of myself, you were there to help me stand strong. You didn't judge and you didnt make fun.
Over the next year, we began to separate, and made different friends. I got my first serious boyfriend and you went through quite a few girlfriends. And then it got to May and that meant the prom. Everything had been arranged, I'd been getting my outfit for months and then the day before I found out my boyfriend had cheated on me. The first person I turned to was you. You turned up at my door with a bouquet of roses and a vintage 1950's car.
I laughed that night and I cried that night
We had three glorious years together, when everyday I would smile. Even on the last when your mother stood up, in the church in front of your coffin and began reading from your diary:
"I saw you when I was six standing by the bench in a blue checked dress and daisy shoes and I needed to give another daisy just because.... Becuase i loved you from that day on"
His wedding vows written the day after prom, that I will never get to hear."
At 11, on my first day of Secondary school I was so nervous, but at lunch time you came to find me, and we sat down and ate lunch together. We did this everyday for an entire year. You were the first person I told about everything, about my crushes, about my lessons and about all the people I hated, and when I was 13 and thought I was the only one who had never been kissed, you offered to show me how, and by the tree in your backgarden we shared our first kiss.
At 15, we went to our first proper house party, and I got drunk. Even though I made a fool of myself, you were there to help me stand strong. You didn't judge and you didnt make fun.
Over the next year, we began to separate, and made different friends. I got my first serious boyfriend and you went through quite a few girlfriends. And then it got to May and that meant the prom. Everything had been arranged, I'd been getting my outfit for months and then the day before I found out my boyfriend had cheated on me. The first person I turned to was you. You turned up at my door with a bouquet of roses and a vintage 1950's car.
I laughed that night and I cried that night
We had three glorious years together, when everyday I would smile. Even on the last when your mother stood up, in the church in front of your coffin and began reading from your diary:
"I saw you when I was six standing by the bench in a blue checked dress and daisy shoes and I needed to give another daisy just because.... Becuase i loved you from that day on"
His wedding vows written the day after prom, that I will never get to hear."
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