by Veasnah Hong

Created on: July 25, 2010

Fragile Thing

Ah, that fragile thing called Love.

I remember falling prey to it whenever a really cool girl came ’round.

They would always be so amazing and beautiful.

And then, out of the very deep blue.

She would ask you out.

And you, not knowing what to do.

Gladly say,"I would love to go out with you."

And that day, that first lovely day,

You see her with a totally different perspective.

You see the undeniable beauty in this girl.

The girl you just really thought of as a friend.

You don’t know what is, but you don’t care.

Because she is just so beautiful.

You then grab that hand.

And it just feels magical, like this hand was meant to fit in yours.

Like a lock and key.

Life then goes on like this.

Unsurmounting beauty everyday, hands molded perfectly.

Until one day, you look into her eyes, and move closer.

And move in for that first, and greatest kiss you’ll ever have.

After that day, life just gets better and better.

You close out the year amazingly.

You say your goodbyes, because you wont see each ther over the summer.

And just like that, its the beginning of the end.

You shower, brush your teeth, slick that hair, and get to school.

Then you get to school, hoping for the warmest welcome from her.

But, when you see her, there is something on your mind.

Telling you something’s is wrong, and oh how it is right.

You lean in, ask "whats wrong?"

She looks up, says softly, "it’s gone."

You know right then, that that seemingly everlasting love.

Faded and disappeared through the course of three months.

You then walk away, saying to yourself, "It’s cool, I’m fine."

Only to almost break your hand on the cement wall where your next class is.

After that, life seems pointless, nothing tastes good.

Even the sweetest juice tastes bitter.

You then vow, to never let yourself be so weak.

Then time passes, your minds strays every now then to her.

But it’s nothing serious.

Then you meet another girl.

Oh so cute this girl you meet is.

Nothing compared to her.

You just kept thinking:

"The perfect girl you want to fall in love with."

Or so it seemed....

Because you see,

When you are to confess these feelings you have for her,

She will but only stare at you.

Like she did not know who in the world you were.

She will but only laugh in your face, or think of you very differently.

Or, in worse cases, drop all tabs she as with you.

And all through these happenings.

You would but only think:

"why is it so fragile?"

That thing called Love.

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