Its been 5 months since that day and we have only grown together.
I was with him when he lost his uncle.
He was with me when I was losing my bond with my family and friends.
I was with him through out the making of his play.
He was with me when I joined a dance team.
I was his first and he was my first.
He accepted my ugly scars - ones on my body and ones on my mind;
I accepted his.
He still makes me blush like on the first day.
He still makes me smile like on the first day.
His touch ruins me, making me want more.
His hugs - a blanket of warmth and affection like no other.
The three magical words need not be said;
Its felt in us by us.
I love him and he loves me.
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The Phase
PoetryShe is 18 and a freshman at her University. She likes a senior with whom she works. She is in a phase where she isn't able to understand which direction to go to. Should she go and tell him what she feels for him or should she just get over it? Is...
