i
love her.
i still
love her.
we went to primary school together, i made her a card for every
birthday, until she left- until we left. i made her one then too.
i was about to have my first kiss with her, until our classmates started teasing us.
i miss her.
you'll meet her, you'll
love her- but something always happens, between her and anyone, not just me.
always.
you're lucky if you get to be her man.
i wasn't, but i know for sure.
take it from a boy who used to sing with her and Samuel, and knew her well.
her laugh is one you'll miss when she goes.