"When
I was six years old I met him in the playground and he came up to me with a
daisy, just the one, and knelt on both knees and asked me to marry him. So I
pushed him over then ran away. Two days later he came over and asked if he
could play cops and robbers with me and from that day on we played everyday.
At
11 on my first day of Secondary school I was so nervous but at lunch time he
came to find me, and we sat down and ate lunch together. We did this everyday
for an entire year. You were the first person I told about everything, about my
crushes, about my lessons and about all the people I hated, and when I was 13
and thought I was the only one who had never been kissed, you offered to
show
me how, and by the tree in your backgarden we shared our first kiss.
At
15 we went to our first proper house party, and I got drunk. Even though I made
a fool of myself you were there to help me stand strong. You didnt judge and
you didnt make fun.
Over
the next year we began to seperate, made different friends. I got my first
serious boyfriend and you went through quite a few girlfriends. And then it got
to May and that meant the prom. Everything had been arranged, I'd been getting
my outfit for months and then the day before I found out my boyfriend had
cheated on me. The first person I turned to was you. You turned up at my door
with a bouquet of roses and a vintage 1950's car.
I
laughed that night
I cried that night
We
had three glorious yars together, when everyday I would smile. Even on the last
when your mother stood up, in the church infornt of your coffin and began
reading from your diary:
"I
saw you when I was six stood by the bench in a blue checked dress and daisy
shoes and I needed to give an other daisy just because.... Becuase i loved you
from that day on"
His
wedding vows written the day after prom, that I will never get to hear."
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