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He was my first, and I miss him.

Submitted:Dec 21, 2013    Reads: 367    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

We met a private school, it was my first time back since my time at the youth center. You came up to me, ignored the bandages on my arms and when I expected you to laugh and scorn, you just talked, just a normal conversation. We spent time together, after your basketball games you took me to dinner. We were good, our love was secret but it was fine by me. Till one day someone saw us, it didn't take very long before the word was spread. The Monday after that weekend is what it must've felt like to be put in the stocks and humiliated. For me, the mocking was typical, but when they started in on you, my heart ached. It hurt me to see you in so much pain. When you were hazed in the locker room after the homecoming game, I knew I should've home with you. I went to school the next day to hear that you had put the barrel of a gun in your mouth and pulled the trigger. After hearing that my love combined with my righteous anger and overthrew any pacifist feelings I might have had, I let loose like the muskets in a firing line. I knocked first out cold and broke second ones nose, but they out numbered me, I didn't stand a chance, but I took each punch and traded them blow for blow as well I could. After the fight, they were all given in school suspension, I of course was expelled. 16 months later I'm here still thinking about you. Unable to forget you. I can't however bring myself to visit your grave, last time I tried I broke down in to tears before I got through the gate. I love you, I'll love you forever, I'll love you for always, as long as I'm living my love you will be.

With great sorrow and regret,

Your Eternal Love


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