A story as old as time. Your first love gives you your first heartbreak. I guess it was my fault for not having enough courage to tell her my true feelings. Or to stand up to my competition. But at the end of the day, it is a billion fish in the sea. I moved after winter break and I never saw Jane again. It's actually been a while now since I actually thought about her. I wonder how she's doing nowadays. I hope all is well. She will forever be my first love. She’s the one that got away.
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“Oh hi Bobby! That's a pretty flower. Did you come over to give it to me?” I was shaking in my boots. I never want anyone to see me cry, but as a kid it was just so hard. I held back my tears but I felt betrayed even though she wasn't mine. She wasn't anybody's. That's probably why I loved her so much. She was a free spirit. She wasn't going to be trapped. But I guess that was also the reason why I hated her. Because I knew no matter how much I loved her, no matter how many people tried to come in between us, she would never be mine.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
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