My Inability to Predict the Future

Entirely and accurately true, as always. For David, when it began.

Earlier turned down, i'd think only of how,
"Surely there's not enough time left this year,
I'll find a new envy....much later on
And this way i might even save tears"

I actually saw myself as both freshman and sophemore
Vying for those i couldn't get
I'd go to high school, to just be rejected
But it seemed like an okay fate to be met

I'd just sigh at my thoughts, and at what always could have been

Of course i'd love to love all over again
And this time be lovingly received
But all that i pictured was a guy for the proms
Someone true for those, hopefully

But then of course, one day in drama
As i thought about the Dinner Dance a bit
This one, silly guy caught my eye
As we talked through 'Gosh I hope I make It'

Of course there were others there too
A small assortment of guys and gals
But it struck me right then, he is funny and smart
And we might have been really great pals

I think at taft we did used to be friends
but at least not so in grades three and four
But once or twice i'd see him and recall
And i'd think about him as more

But always light and momentary were these thoughts
For our mothers might have only been friends, you see
But this time in drama was different, it struck me that moment
Such a unique guy before me did i see...

I never really dreamed of what my actual first relationship would be like.
For it, i simply thank fate
How could my eighth grade have possibly, in a million billion years, have ended so well?
Yet here i write, 2 1/2 months into something great

basically...
I can't believe i've broken through,
Joined in with all the fuss
I can't believe i have what i do
It's so much better than plain old 'stuff'

A BOYFRIEND! i really had never thought
I'd this soon come close to possess
I had thought so completely, i guess too ahead
That i'd go to high school boyfriend-less

I am glad i could not predict the future for this
Even though i was so sure and set
Never have i been so happy with an inability
And a recent turn of events

Author's Note

It could be improved upon but its personal detail would be jeapordized.

Reviews

[Dug]

Interesting to see from the girl's perspective.
We're like glass dishes flying about at 90 miles per hour hoping none of the other dishes notice we're afraid of getting broken.