![]() Remisiscent on YesterdayA Story by Airila![]() When I was 12 I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I went to this camp for kids with diabetes n met this boy Kasif...he was 15...He was my first real love.![]()
Hey, remember back in 03...when I first saw you? You were really nice to
me...and I grew to like and respect you. You took the time out to get
to know me...and we got closer...so close it was too obvious. Remember
when we made our fuzzy bags? And no one wrote me one...but I was being
nice to everyone...someone found it funny to leave a threatening
message...telling me to stay away from you. They saw me write something
to you n dropped it in your mail box. Remember I was so eager for you to
read it. It was...banquet day...and I asked you to be my date...I was
so nervous watching you read my letter. But when you said you would...Oh
that was the happiest moment ever. And then we went swimming....you
dared me to prove I knew how to swim...but you had other intentions...
that was the first time I felt your lips touch mine. It was so split
second I had to ask if it actually happened...when you told me it did...
my first summer romance. Sealed with a kiss. I knew it then...even at
12 years old...I was in love. It killed me when we had to go our
separate ways...I promised to keep in touch...and I did...i never forgot
you...even now...I guess long distance relationships weren't the best
thing for someone my age...and knowing you were much older than I was...
and so we both agreed...to end it. But that didn't stop us from loving
each other.
I remember it all...even if you won't...each year I hoped you'd come back and for some time you did...and I'm glad you did...I guess 2008 was the last time I'd ever see you...I'm praying you'll come back this year...and we'll remember that year...when we fell in love...my first real love...even if it was a summer romance. Kasif I miss you. <3 © 2010 Airila |
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Added on April 6, 2010 Last Updated on April 6, 2010 Author![]() AirilaKingston, JamaicaAboutWhat is there really to say about me? I don't believe in confirmation to society's norms. You are who you choose to be. Me? I'm the passionately passionate object of your passion. I am who you think y.. more..Writing
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