It was eleven years ago when I first felt my heart going whacko. Passing along the guidance counselor’s office. I skipped happily; my heart did the same thing. Every meeting with him was the reason why the birds sing
A year ago, I came across this familiar face. The smile and the cheer had not left its place. We were awkward, but I have found warmth. Times had changed, yet he still took my breath away. But I played with fire and I got burned. Months have passed..
He is now finally free from me, and he will be married soon.
--By Ica from The Benchwarmer's Blog