Summary:

A memory, probably the last time I felt pure love and didn’t deny it “Hold on tight, okay?” I still remember the sad place, the oppressive air and, perhaps most prominently, his hand warm in my own, but he’ll never be mine. I come out of my daydream of Tyler as I hear the bell ring piercing the silence of our classroom. My chair scrapes the floor as I stand and begin to gather my things into my backpack, suddenly a hand claps on my shoulder “Hey Mags! Staring off into space during class again? Come ON you’ve been doing this since, like, kindergarten. It’s a wonder you get good grades.” When we got back to his house he went to use the restroom. Tyler doesn’t feel the same way. I started pulling out my things when I realized I had forgotten my English textbook in my locker I’m sure Tyler won’t mind if I use his right? I open it up and I see a sheet of paper tucked within the pages. Being curious as a cat I open it and look.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
This is cliche, but I’m in love with you
So, say yes to a date with me?

I feel something inside me break, I think it was my heart.