I want a boy who can wrestle with me & let me win. Who I can talk to about anything. Who laughs at my jokes. A boy who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pocket. Who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow. who buys me 25 cent rings and sticky hands who says I love you & means it who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow who calls unexpectedly at random times who will have many inside jokes with me & remember each one, a boy who n o t I c e s girls haircuts who shows up at my games, slipping in the door, who can tell me his problems & lets me help, who will listen to me talk about the new nail polish I got, who will bring me seashells from the beach, who will let me beat him up when I get angry, who writes love letters to me but doesnt send them, who draws pictures & slips them gently in my locker slot, who saves his genuine, big smiles for me. A boy with deep eyes that can see through faces into depths, who wears baseball hats & lets me wear them too. Who gives me his t-shirt to change into & not expect to get it back, who knows my favorite Color, song, car, vegetable, perfume, & the color of my toothbrush. a boy who will shake my daddys hand & look my mother in the eye, who will call me by my full name, first, middle, & last. a boy who will kiss me and tell me I’m pretty, who will let me cry on him, who will squeeze my hips just right from behind, who surprises me, who compliments my manicure and plays with my hair, who knows when I have a math test or when I fail one. A boy who smells like he just stepped out of the shower, who wears cologne that I can subtly smell when leaning on his shoulder, who tells me I have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room. Mainly, I want a boy who is simply mine to hold.
and just like the nursery ryhme they fell head over heals. But not down a hill like the story says, but instead they fell in love with each other that is. It was after a High School benefit dance, neither one cared so they took the chance. They were best friends before and they thought it would last, so they went all in thinking nothing could surpass. They didn’t think they could lose it all, until the day their relationship would fall. She loved him but she also loved another, and he found out and left her so she could have her other. It hurt Jack bad because he didn’t lose a girlfriend, it hurt Jack bad because he lost his best friend. Someone he let in so close, someone he trusted more than the most. Turned out to be a false face, she led him on just for the chase. He had to let his best friend go, but still wants to let Jill know. That with all the pain she put him through, that with this their friendship grew. He couldn’t say this to her face, so he just let her vanish without a trace. She was gone, forgetten at best, until the day she was laid to rest. He showed up to her funeral march, hidding how he feels under an arch. He heard that in the nights nocturnal, that she would write in her journal. He found the journals and then he read, he started to cry because this is what it said,”I loved him dear and then I messed up, I violated that thing called trust. I don’t know what exactly i could say to him, that I don’t want to lose my bestfriend. I want things to go back to our first week, when we sat so close I could feel him brush my cheek. But now that’s gone and it won’t ever come back, losing him my heart feels like it’s under attack”. After reading this he thought to himself, “Why did I hide my feelings on a shelf?”. “I wish I could go back to our awkward hello, just so I can forget about our bitter goodbye.” “Now I won’t ever know, what she did, and why.” He lost his bestfriend by choice, even though he missed her voice. He couldn’t go back to where they were because last time they were there he got hurt. So stupidly he just let her go, never again her love would he know.
