we are unusual and tragic and alive

I never wanted this for us. I never wanted the years to pass like the worn pages of an old notebook blown away by the wind too quickly to catch before they’re gone forever, just a distant memory of waxed romantic words strung together by overly emotional tendencies. I never wanted to have to look you in the eyes and not know you anymore, never wanted to realize that we’re only strangers now with nothing in common but the past. We shared so much back then- two kids in love, fumbling against your then skinny, awkward body, clumsily learning the taste of your mouth in my backyard on warm, sunny days. You were the first boy I let kiss me in the dark, the first boy who whispered soft words in my ear and held me close. You were the first boy to make me feel like I’m not completely worthless and I was the first girl to promise you that you’d be something someday. Now, you sure are something- but that something is no longer familiar.