I slide down the tree, and in my temper, I compose a poem as I sit cross-legged in a tent.
I've been there all the while
But now I've been replaced
He hardly even looks at me
It's like I have no face
That boy that I once knew
Has all but disappeared
Stolen by who I called a friend
Now all I know are tears
( OMG I JUST MADE THAT UP IN LIKE A MINUTE HALLELUJAH )
Thoughts whizz through my mind, the most prominent one being that I don't want to ever have to leave this moment. That was my first kiss, he's the first boy I've ever really talked to...
"Not necessarily..." I mutter. "I'm not the, er, best when it comes to boys, but you shouldn't beat yourself up over it. I am sure maybe you could... Find someone else?"