Do You Ever Think About Me?Every memory of you is as clear as day in my mind.
We were 12 years old.
The first time I ever saw you.
You were by yourself, walking cooly with your hand's in your pocket, soft brown hair blowing in the light breeze.
The memories hurt me, yet tickle me with warmth. The moments when our eyes would unsuspectingly meet.
Or when you would talk to me for no particular reason.
The moments when you made me laugh, and made me feel like I was the most beautiful girl on top of the world.
But you soon made me feel like I was falling, when you started to forget about me and when she came and stole you away from me.
Thanks for the memories, but its time that I try to move on.
girl1995 16-17 0 Jan 8, 2012