To the boy who
Sits in front of me in English class
I have not forgotten you
❀
To the boy who
Used to turn around
To talk to me in Math
I still think about you
(Often)
❀
To the boy with
The eyes I refuse
To look into
I’d still gaze into
Those eyes for
The rest of my life
If it didn’t hurt
So badly
❀
To the boy who
Now avoids me
Oh how I wish
I could tell you that
I’d rather be by your side
Than running away
❀
To the boy who
Sold his soul
I hope I’m still in
Your heart somewhere
❀
To the boy who
Used to smile at me
Have you ever lost any
Smiles because of me?
❀
To the boy who
Used to tease me
Whenever he could
Tell me, do you still care?
❀
Dear Cupid,
Please tell the boy I love
That I miss him
❀
From,
The girl who can't stop loving
❀❀❀❀❀
Note: This poem is an excerpt from 'Wasted Love' (but has been altered to fit the Epistolary Challenge). This book is available in eBook and paperback format at the link below:
Shooting Guernica
The summer of my photography internship, studying at the Escuela Universitaria de Artes in Madrid, was a blur of soaring architecture, echoing galleries, dimly lit clubs, darkrooms, and dark-eyed Spanish artists. I was serious about learning my craft--especially with my parents' educational fund running out--but I also wanted to have fun.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 days ago in Fiction
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This makes me think about the second act of the "The Music Man" when Professor Harold Hill is trying to persuade Marian Paroo to meet him at the footbridge when he says, "My dear little librarian--pile up enough tomorrows & you'll find you've collected nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering." Is there anyone who doesn't have that childhood crush over whom they simply must occasionally pine away? Wistful, poignant, charming & sad.