Mijn eerste vriend

He didn't know her and nor did she. The were aged something and worldly blind. He had grown his first muscle and she prayed for the same. Day by day they could see each other change, but that didn't necessarily mean they did. His window was an easy two feat above her's and her breasts were beginning to blush. Since he could remember, they were the closest of friends and then middle school started. The start of occurred, the start of impatience, the start of who cares besides everyone. Had his parents told him everyone was in the same predicament as he, things might have ended out different, instead they didn't and things turned out how they did. He would watch with his friends and she would model with hers. Every day after Math was the same. Her skirt would hike their eyes would turn. He would quietly heckle and her skirt would ride. As her skin became more pale he would go blind and the bell would ring. As the drowning sound of that bell faded He and Her would be left to dare. She always broke first. He would patently await down the hall of her locked cubby. This was her area, a spot he longed to be. To have a picture, to have purpose, to be welcomed. What might everything he longed for become if he opened to her on how he felt.. She was more than he could imagine, and she, all he could. The day that would disrupt their sinless dance was coming and it would be sudden. She longed for him to approach, he longed to worthy. His figure, his demeanor, his ability. He was a dream and the possibility to be true was something that could be found. Dreams die with the bat of an eye, and this dream would now leave. She was to move and what could come from here? Besides a new address for her a new dream would never come. This was her parents fault and they did this to her. They did this to Him. It was before the AM when all 16 wheels arrived, he waited down the block she in her window, Box by box two hearts sank. With every piece of furniture they grew more discomfort. Life was working opposite and continually. She as did he wanted a common ground, a no mans land to meet, a spot where two could possibly recognize their bond. The last she saw from him was trough a moving window pane. Pain was what would be until she forgot. He would be different, until he gave up. She never did.