Sometime, during a weekend, it happened. I was probably nervous and you were confused as to why I started talking to you again, but we reminisced about middle school. Mostly about us and the times we had in 4th hour. The times when we would be caught loving each other secretly and later being questioned. But a few weeks ago, it was like that again. And not just with hugs, but kissing and biting in secret. If only you knew how much I wanted you to be mine. Clearly, it isn’t like that anymore for I’ve made a mistake that you’ll never forgive me for. But I still go back to us being behind closed doors after school.
Our late night conversations unfinished because one of us passed out. And right now, I’m missing you more than ever.